Someone going berserk

I woke up at 3:38 this morning because someone in my neighborhood was, for some reason, honking their horn. It went on for awhile before I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to try to figure out where it was coming from. Even from over there I wasn't sure, and even if it was somebody on my own street, they were quite a ways away. There seemed to be no other listeners but I didn't go outside. And it was loud and insistent: how could no one else be awake, too? From there I didn't see any lights on (mine were off). Finally after 10 minutes I woke up Patrick.

"Do you hear that," I asked him. (He had been perfectly asleep, barely snoring. He didn't hear anything, except me tripping over someone's shoes.)
"Yes."
"Should I call the police?"
"Someone else will."
"But somebody could be in trouble."

I went out into the living room and my office, but in the dark I couldn't find the phone.

"Irene," Patrick said, tiredly, "It stopped. It was just someone going berserk."

I stopped looking for the phone. "But now they could be dead."

"Good," Patrick said, and went back to sleep. Patrick can sleep through anything, it seems, except when his wife wakes him up. Now I have two hours to think about it before I have to go to work. I fell asleep last night in my clothes at around 8:30 - I spent the day at a boring work thing where my only real job was to set up the laptop and data projector for the presenters at an HR forum, and for some reason the whole day was exhausting (it could be that being pissed off about having to be somewhere helping idiot people with technical shit a child could do, when you have actual work to do is actually tiresome. Will have to study that). I was tired. I'm not exactly wide awake now, but I do feel like I'm in some sort of weird aware state. Weird for 4 o'clock in the morning, anyway.

The sprinklers next door just went on. At least, I hope it was the sprinklers.