May 11, 1998

Hi Mom!!!

I had the worst dream I've had in a long time last night. In real life, there is this neighbor upstairs that I HATE. Some part of me thinks he is gay because I often hear having rather loud sex, but I never hear a woman's voice. Often he wakes me up in the middle of the night screaming out passionately at 3 in the morning. I am sure I am not the only person he wakes up in the complex. Somehow he doesn't feel he is guilty of waking the entire complex with his insatiable bellowing, yet the BIRDS singing in the trees seem to bother him. So I either get waken up by this jerk having violent gay sex, or I get waken up by him yelling at singing robins.

Anyhoo, I was just nodding off to sleep when I hear this guy and his gay lover fighting. It was a doozy of a fight, they sounded like they were throwing chairs at eachother. The gay lover's voice then rang out into the night: "I'm gonna kill you then!!!" And I heard the lover throw a blunt object on the floor (like the neighbor's head) and I heard nothing but loud choking noises. The lover was laughing, as if he was empowered by the act of choking our neighbor. "You are going to vomit aren't you?!?" He screams at his victom. And I could hear him drag the guy over to the window by his throat. "Vomit now, vomit!! Vomit out the fucking window you shit!!!" And the victom vomits out their bedroom window. The puke stream could be seen spilling past our bedroom window just below theirs, and I had to plug my ears. At that point I couldn't stand it anymore, and I stood up to scream back at the murderer: "Why don't you guys stop it!!!" Barron was upset at me. His street smarts told him that it wasn't wise to yell at a homicidal maniac in the act of murder. I took Barron's words very seriously, and I was suddenly overcome by a bout of fear. The lover yells back: "Fuck you bitch, I know who you are!!!" over the tiny wimpers that signified the neighbor was just barely still alive. Thunderous footsteps followed. I could hear the evil lover run down the stairs and out the back door. He was trying to pinpoint which apartment I was in. I turned off the lights and crawled to the livingroom window to see if he found me. The fucker was pointing right at me from outside. "Not smart. You shouldn't have turned out your lights! I can SEE you bitch!!" He was on his way up to kill me now. I ran to the apartment door and locked it just in time before the man and two curious onlookers from outside found my door. Their bodies fell upon my door, trying to break in. I see him pointing at me through the peephole, laughing. The lock was giving in, but holding. And then I woke up. It was so real, mom. I found Barron in the TV room after the dream, and I kept looking out the window and at the door. I still felt like I was in the dream. Across the way, one apartment light flickered on. The one next to it was black. Barron held me and said while I was dreaming, Wally was despirately trying to get into the bedroom. Barron opened the door, but he said Wally was too afraid to go into the bedroom. After I fully realized that it was just a dream, I went back to bed and had a sweet dream about Mr.Bean when he was young and powerful.

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