crack dreams, crack awakenings, actual crack, gay crackheads, and the cure for ghosts.
i was checking into a hotel at the front desk in the lobby when i heard all this commotion coming from behind me...i turned around and saw a huge fight breaking out. people throwing fists, dragging eachother onto the ground, yelling, shouting, kicking, grappling, throwing....i'm pretty sure this part of the dream was influenced by two things: 1.) i was watching something earlier on TV about the murder of Tupac Shakur (he was involved in a brawl in the lobby of the MGM Grand about half an hour before he was killed), and 2.) these shouting/kicking/grappling/throwing noises were coming from somewhere....i just didn't know where yet because i was sleeping. i'm not sure what i did about it in the dream, but i could feel myself starting to regain consciousness.
**end crack dreams**
when i was about halfway out of dreamland and i could still hear the noises i started to think maybe Rani was having people over or watching TV or something, but the apartment was completely dark. then i noticed that the noise was coming from the hallway.....there was a large group of people having a violent fight right outside our door. i could hear people being thrown up against walls, people being knocked onto the ground and hitting our door....all i really cared to think at that point was "our door is locked...right?" the one decipherable phrase i was able to make out amidst all the yelling was "breaking and entering!", which was uttered several times. so i'm assuming somebody broke and entered...and then got their ass kicked.
rani was telling me earlier this week about how overly drunk people from the bar downstairs tend to wander up to our floor and attempt to get into our apartment. apparently this only happens when i'm gone for the weekend.
i'm learning a lot of strange things about our building. when i showed michelle our place right after i moved in she took 2 steps in the door and just kind of froze in an "oh....my.....GOD" moment of epiphany. she's from minneapolis and apparently she was into a lot of drugs when she was in high school...and on weekends she would drive to eau claire and do acid with a bunch of people who lived in my apartment. soooo that's when i learned that my apartment was a drug cartel during the late 90's-early 2000's (oddly enough this isn't the first ex-drug cartel i've lived in here...126 Niagara was too at one point).
then this past sunday morning i went downstairs for bloody marys with Prairie and Corey.....yes, at scooters....and the bartender (obviously gay) was telling us about all the parties he used to go to upstairs when he was in college, so i was like "hey, i live right above here"....and he was able to verbally pinpoint the exact spots on our floor where he got high and passed out....which was strange because he woke up in the hallway in half of his stories. according to his recollections, our entire floor was the gay party headquarters of eau claire back in the 80's, which makes sense because it's right above the gay bar....and i'm guessing it probably doubled as a drug cartel.
maybe someday i'll live in a house. hopefully not a haunted one though. i don't know if i could handle that....unless they find a logical explanation for ghosts by the time i own a house. i kind of plan on having them. not by choice, but it just seems like something that would happen to me.
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