my alzheimer neighbor broke into my house and took a nap in my sister's bed

soooooooooooooooooo....I was blow drying my hair upstairs and no one was home except for my dad, and I don't know what he was doing, maybe just getting ready for the day? It was probably like 10am on a weekday before I had classes. My dog, Kona started barking a lot, so I just figured someone was at the door and my dad would get it. I kept blow drying my hair. I heard my dad make some kind of bizarre exclamation and some commotion. He was saying, "Dad!?"... So I thought my grandpa was here and I stopped blow drying my hair to see what was happening. There was some strange man in the house, and he didn't feel well. My dad started to put him to bed, in his bed??? but he kept getting up. Then he went and laid in my sister, Zhanna's bed for awhile.

My dad recognized him as the neighbor a few houses down who had alzheimer's. He told me that he was really lucky he didn't shoot him, cuz [my dad] was really close to grabbing his gun, when he saw a strangers legs downstairs. He thought it might be his dad (my grandpa) before he saw his face, just because of the way he was dressed.

Old alzheimer man wouldn't sit still, and kept calling me, "Mickey". He decided he was hungry and wanted lunch. He got out some bread and the knives and started pouring milk on his bread. The knives kinda freaked my dad out. My dad kept trying to tell him that he lived a few houses down and that he was in the wrong house, but he wouldn't listen.

Finally, my dad called the police because he wouldn't leave and was really upset and lost and we didn't know what to do with him and kept sleeping in peoples' beds and making milk sandwiches with all the knives.

So then the cops came, and brought his wife "Mickey" (ooh), but he couldn't find his jacket. So we started looking all over the house for his jacket, and then we found it in my sister's closet. He had taken it off before he took a nap in her bad. lol, and wtf, I know it's sad, but it was totally ridiculous and scary too. My dad almost shot him. I guess he got in through the side gate, and then in through the garage door, and then into the door that leads from the garage to the kitchen!!??? He also tracked mad mud into the house, which the pops was also not happy about hahah.