I had one of those bad dreams the other night that woke me up from a sound sleep, made me sit up in bed and fill me with dread. You know the ones, where you aren't sure if it was real or a dream?I have to preface this by mentioning we have some really annoying neighbors. The kind that will never, ever move and make me want to put a skunk in their basement.
Back to the dream. I shook Paco awake, in utter fear that I had just done something awful and not sure at all if I had or it was just a bad dream.
Me: "Please tell me I didn't just open our bedroom window and scream at Larry 'For God's sake, Larry, it's 7:15 Sunday morning. Stop throwing your empty beer bottles in your recycling bin. It's right underneath our window in case you hadn't noticed' and then slam the window down."
Paco: "No, I don't think you did. I think you dreamed that."
Me: "Are you sure? How can you be sure? Oh geez, I am so embarrassed."
Paco: "No, I was right here. You didn't scream at him."
Me: "Are you sure? You were asleep, too. How can you be sure?" (I am frantic).
Paco: "I'm sure you didn't say anything to him."
Me: "How do you know?"
Paco: "Well, for one thing, today is Friday."
I fell back onto my pillow, feeling foolish yet totally relieved. I probably need to explore why it is so important to me not to offend my neighbor while at the same time fighting the urge to put a skunk in his basement.
Say it anyway. Scream, 'for Gods' sake Frank, do you have to be the absolute worst freaking neighbor on the planet???' and then you'll feel better and you can dream about kittens and bunnies :)
ReplyDeleteI see nothing wrong with yelling out the window at your rude neighbors. I'd yell at the Marichi Brigade if I spoke spanish.
ReplyDeleteand I meant "mariachi"
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