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Thursday, May 12, 2005
Sleep - It Doesn't Have to be a Dream...... So... it was another dream about moving. i was actually moving from one apt to another and it seemed to be taking forever. for whatever reason i only had 2 days to get it all done. i was about halfway moved into the new place when i heard about this serial rapist that had killed a girl in the building i just moved to. everyone seemed to know who it was, but they were protecting him. i remember being very frustrated, trying to get all my videos and stereo stuff moved. at one point i had gotten some clues about who the rapist was and thought i might have been on to something. that's when they decided that i knew too much and they proceeded to not only move the hallways around - making me think i had lost almost everything i had just moved - they also stole my car. something had broken on the car - don't remember exactly what - but the phone rings and one of the guys from the building answers it and tells me that it's a mechanic and they have my car ready. i get on the phone and try to figure out what was wrong and what they fixed - how much it would cost, etc. i talked to no less than 3 people and no one could tell me what they fixed - except that they had replaced the locks. at this point i get mad and tell them that i didn't want anything done to the car, couldn't afford to have anything done, and that they had gone ahead without my consent. they said that some girl - who was suddenly in my apt - was going to pay for it using paris hilton's charge card. i was vehement about the fact that i wanted nothing from that slut and would pay my own way. i get the mechanic back on the phone and he says that there is no way they can put back the original locks or put in new ones with only one key. it turns out that when they replaced the locks they made over 20 sets of keys and couldn't disclose who they gave the keys to. meanwhile my paranoia is growing. the lock on the front door is not working and neither is the one on the sliding glass patio door. before i can fix either, someone from the building decides to help me move and get the place cleaned up. i remember leaving the apt but i can still see what my "helper" is doing. he has taken a bloody cloth from one of the murder scenes and has planted it inside my vacuum cleaner. when i get back i fix the front door and figure out how to keep the patio door closed in spite of something they've tried to rig for easy entrance when i'm gone. when i get home i pull apart the vacuum and start trying to figure out how to get rid of it and out of being framed. there were several former roomates in my dream and my brother was trying to help me most of the time. i don't remember getting the car back or what i ended up doing with the bloody cloth. it was wrapped in foil by the way. i spent part of today trying to figure out what it all means.... |