I'm soaking in it

I left the dishes in the sink last night. They were too stubborn to clean themselves so I left them to soak. They woke me in the night taunting me with their filthy language. Incomprehensible, I threatened them with soap and a washcloth. A suited man rode in through the fog, on a horse behind them, claiming that I had committed a horrible, horrible crime and would have to submit to questioning. The horse, startled by the dancing dishes, trampled my flower beds and the dishes, smashing them left and right. The suited man got off his high horse and tore at his suit with the remains of the unwashed dishes. He stopped shrieking, found the door back into the night. I read for awhile and fell asleep.