Latter Day Sinner

I dreamed I lost my cell phone again, that the person who took it from me also dismantled it, and that I had to reassemble it when I finally got it back. I have a sense that my phone isn’t really mine and my subconscious agrees. Granted it’s only been actually stolen once and I got it back pretty quickly, but my son also takes it if I try to play anything with the sound on. If I turn on YouTube or LDS hymns near him he’ll grab it and listen to at least a full song or video before he will give it back voluntarily. I don’t know whether that is my autism or his.