Sooo, as for the nosey neighbor across the way, last night I sat in the darkness and stared back... watching him sit at his computer. I loved it. Staring at porn, no doubt. Probably? I don't know. Anyway, the well has run dry. I am at a loss at to what to say here. I could talk about the altercation I had with some witch of a woman this past Sunday... but I would much rather forget about the incident. I will say that dealing with the public can be a big bitch with PMS. I also wrote an angry letter-to-the-editor to a popular, local newspaper. I'm crossing my fingers... in hopes that they run it. I will post it if they do. I could also discuss how uncomfortable I feel right now. I'm almost certain a gnat or some small bug of the sort, flew in my ear and wriggled its way up my nose, now it's stuck there and I've been trying to blow it out for the longest. I had a nosebleed this morning and was late for work (um, any excuse to sit home for an additional hour or two suits me fine). The details of that is a tad gory, so I wont bring those up. I can discuss the weirder than weird dream I had about 2 weeks ago, that has left me (even now) a bit shaken, I read through my dream journal and in doing so, figured I should share it... [insert dream undulating flashback here]. Two weeks ago, I dreamt that I was standing at a bus stop one particularly hot and humid morning... In a suburban neighborhood. When I arrived, I noted briefly that a woman was standing there. The whole time we waited for the bus, neither of us said anything to one another. We stood there in complete silence... waiting. It was blindingly bright as it was humid out. Gnats were in full effect. It seemed as if a thick curtain of them hovered nearby. Still, I stood there, staring straight ahead, off into space... my usual dream-lost state. I suddenly felt the woman standing next to me, glaring at me. Unflinching. I didn't stare back, I hadn't even payed any attention to her the whole time, as I stated before. I glimpsed the side of her face, however, but that was the extent of my stare. I slowly turned to meet her gaze... and then gasped. I woman's face was scarier than hell. Something out of a Friday Night Creature Feature. The woman was Black. Dark brown skin. Her eyes... her eyes were the scariest features on her face. They were extremely crossed. The pupil on the left peeked upwards... like the fruit on a casino slot machine... when they get stuck in that in-between state... causing gambling junkies to curse angrily... because those damn cherries got stuck right above the line... disqualifying them for a jackpot. This woman's other eye didn't have a pupil... just the white... covered with a milky film. The eyelid drooped a little. Her mouth hung open, her tongue hanging for her large, parted lips... as if it were too heavy for her to retract. Her hair was styled in a simple, bob cut. Parted down one side. Her attire, trendy yet conservative. She stood a couple of feet from me... and she glowered, inching closer the whole time. All I could manage to do was stand there, horrified as I stared back. Her body language was menacing. I didn't want her anywhere near me. My feet were glued to the sidewalk. I was afraid to make any sudden movements. This strange staredown seemed to go on forever. All of a sudden the woman turned away from me, one arm sloping, and lumbered off. The still had the one "casino" eye fixed on me the whole time she moved away from me. Staring at me over her shoulder, as if she wanted to say or do something, but decided against it. This dream was so strange. Ofttimes my dreams are strange, vivid, and they manifest themselves, some way, into my life. Perhaps this was foreboding for my incident this past Sunday? That woman was a witch. Anyway, I woke from sleep with a start, my heart palpitating fiercely. That visual of that woman was that disturbing. I am curious as to what the outcome of that dream would've been in its entirety. Needless to say, the dreamcatcher that hangs above my bed failed to filter this one ou of my subconscious. I can't even begin to explain or understand its symbolism, but then again, it was probably foreshadowing for this past Sunday. Oh well, another chapter in the weirdness that transpires in my life. My birthday is looming... two weeks from now... yaaaaay!