Police and Ivory

In my dream I was a police officer. Sort of. I had an id card with a badge on one side and my picture and name on the other, more of an honorary thing. Oh, and I was mentally challenged.
The prologue of the dream was flashbacks of me growing up in a house where the man of the house (father?) was a police man and whenever he arrived home I would scamper to him to hear tales of the cases he had done that day.
At this point I was in high school and took my job as a n honorary police officer seriously by patrolling the local mall for shoplifters. The dream shifted between third and first person perspectives, granting almost that movie like feel. I got the feeling it was a small community and that most of the merchants knew me. I ws tall and bulky for my age, built like a policeman usually is.
I was wandering through a a department store when a short scruffy man bumped into me. I apologized and continued on. It was then I realized he was following me through the store.I rounded a display corner and jumped into a rack of clothes and watched the scruffy man pass me, but I had the feeling he still knew where I was, even though he continued on. He gave me the heebie jeebies and I decided to go back in the opposite direction. The aisles kept getting smaller and soon I had to switch aisles or risk knocking over displays. This brought me to the CD and record collection, where two men were having a theological discussion. One man finally pulled out a card and presented it to the other man with an invitation to accept Jesus. Once the first man was gone, the second one looked at me like the first man was a nut job and recapped some of their conversation. I had to agree that the first man was indeed a nut case.
Later I found myself at a small police station wher I was receiving wonderful news. The captain/sheriff was telling me that she had gotten me a job. I immediately was excited and started with demands like a child for an office and a gun and a uniform and a holster and blah, blah. She slowed me down and burst my bubble.
"You know my budget is tight and the county wouldn't let me hire you on as an officer. Instead you are an analyst. You do not get a gun but you can have a desk in the loft upstairs. And you get a real badge"
At this point I helped another officer carry all sorts of boxes and supplies upstairs to my "office" actually more of a storage space. I was still excited and was trying to grab my supplies from the bottom of each stack causing much chaos and mess, while the other officer tried to keep it from total anarchy. The sheriff yelled at me and started giving me a lecture on patience. It was at this point, I realized she was talking to me like one would a small child and in fact this was how everyone treated me. But something in my mind had changed. I had finally reached my purpose and it seemed like my brain was operating on a whole new level.
Another flashback occurred of me turning some stolen items into the Sheriff. They were ornately carved ivory spoons with, each with a jade animal figure no bigger than your thumb. They could be put together with the corresponding spoon to make a beautiful ivory and jade diorama. I remember the Sheriff being ecstatic about these items when I turned them into her and she even had an auction catalog or picture book showing them.
In a quiet moment, I went back to the Sheriff's desk to find that catalog. In my new state of mind, I realized these were priceless artifacts that somehow were being smuggled through the country and that my Sheriff was a middle man/woman. They counted on me to catch the "shoplifters" and confiscate the evidence and turn it over to her.
At some point I confiscated the remaining set of spoons and confronted the Sheriff with my belief. She started talking to me like a child again and I pulled a gun on her. She was shocked but only momentarily.
"Do you think I'm too stupid to buy bullets?" I asked. "Now we'll sit and wait. I made some phone calls and pretty soon the FBI will be here to look over these spoons and see if they are real"