Bed Babble And Beyond

       I've had three weird dreams this month. In the first one, I was in the passenger seat of a car, and my mother was driving. We were going to a party. Then I realized I forgot my mask, so when we arrived I stayed in the car. One of my friends―one of my dream friends, not one of my real-life friends, because the only one I have is in America―came to the window and slipped a spare mask in through the window. I'd like to stop here to note that I've dreamt of this person multiple times, don't know the gender, but this person is always really thin, with ebony skin and the tendency to refer to me as Bo. Or maybe beau, since I have no sheep. I get out, we hug, and then I follow this person to where the party is. We walk beside the house to the gate, and there's a crowd of people. Here is how I can tell it's a dream; everybody's glad to see me (and I'm wearing nice clothes). But as I'm walking, I can feel everything. I can feel my legs. I can control my legs.
      In the second dream, I'm the one behind the wheel. I don't know why, but a cop pulls me over just as I get to the driveway and tries to ticket me. And I bolt; trying to lose him in a maze of hanging laundry and a picnic table and kid toys. Not an actual maze, just a very busy yard.

      But the third dream? Oh, wow! This third dream is one I have also dreamt multiple times. My family and I walk into a house we just bought. We've never bought a house before, but in this dream, we have to be rich, royal, or loved by someone who is. I walk into my bedroom, and it's got its own bathroom. It's filthy, but it's mine. It's got a mirror that opens up with shelves, and it's already filled with products like perfume and medicine. It's got a window, and another door. I go through the other door and I find myself in a store. And everything inside the store is mine, it's free. Except the people milling around having to pay for stuff; they're not mine. And I'm standing there wondering how much I can carry, and why all these people have access to my bedroom.

      It was pretty bizarre. It often is. Sometimes I'm a bat, capable of hanging upside-down on a ceiling. Sometimes I'm looking at an intense sunset, or I'm at the ocean, or walking through a palace. I've spoken to the queen. I've watched the entire Buckingham Palace come crashing down because of one loose rock. But I can usually control myself and have complete sensation.

      I wonder how well I'll sleep at this hotel we're being forced into in a few days. My arrogant, noisy neighbor is getting forced into the same hotel, and all I want right now is to not share a wall with him. Well, that's not true, that's not all I want. I want to stay here with all my stuff; and if the landlord had kept his word several months ago, this would be over and done with already.

      In any event, I found a trick to keep myself from getting kicked for inactivity on Roblox, so I think I'll just let it play for the minimum of two days we'll be gone. So even if we have to stay longer, there's an upside; all that additional experience points and level progress I'll collect. Long as no one steals or breaks my computer. It will also be good to get off this fucking street. Who knows? Once I'm there, I might not want to leave. Maybe it won't be as bad as I think.

      Maybe I'll develop a third brain hemisphere. Whatever, this has to be done. Long as that arrogant, noisy, two-legged pig is not my neighbor. Oh, the images look nice! Great, it's got a pool. I don't want to see that guy in a Speedo. Better pack some books. I hear it's also got a gym and a computer room, so I may be able to talk to my friend from there. If I could just relax for the second time in all my life, this could be enjoyable. Anyone have any Valium? I don't even care about all my phobias when I'm high on that stuff.

      Oh, fuck. How could I have forgotten? There's probably Covid everywhere in there, not to mention all the other germs. And I'm about due for my period, and almost every food sends me into intestinal hell. Though I guess the bright side is, I won't be clogging anything. I'll just read my books, stay in the room and wait for it to be over and done with.

      I hope my suite has a balcony. I miss balconies. I haven't been on one since 2010. Underground suite, and then this house, with a little front stoop thing that's only big enough for two people if one of them sits down. A balcony, a quiet street, respectful neighbors, preferably no deaths. What do you think my odds are?

      When the landlord wanted to do yard work, they botched it up. Not once, and not twice. If I love this hotel, then fine. He can be stupid again and again. Which I'm sure he will be. I'm also sure I'm going to hate it there. I'm very sure Pigman is going to be our neighbor again, because we're going on the same day, which probably means room availability will be in the same number range. I don't know much about odds, but I know what my luck is like.

      If no one has Valium, how about a fast forward?

      I'm going to bed. It's as good a place as any to not sleep.