I keep having these dreams where I have a nice apartment, but I keep finding out that there is one door that will not lock. A lot of the time either people are trying to get in, or I get home and find that someone has been in my house. One funny variation of this is one where I found this room in the apartment I didn’t know about, and the next time I went in there, I found all these Japanese businesemen playing cards. I got upset and yelled at them, and they apologized and said they thought they were in a hotel.
Anyway, this apartment with faulty lock dream has been persisting for more than a year. Usually the broken lock is in a room I usually don’t use, or forget about for some reason, that is to the far left of the apartment once you get in. This room typically has a very nice, spacious bedroom that I never use. Instead I use the little bedroom and bathroom to the right of the door.
I had a variation on this dream last night. In this dream, there were these girls who found out that they could get in. They were this trio of teen hoodlums. It turned out they knew something in connection with the murder of this rich diplomat guy — and here the dream is a little disjointed, because in the dream I was not the one who murdered the diplomat, although in a way I was at the same time. Anyway, the kept breaking into my house, and also sending me dirty text messages. I was really angry, indignant, and threatened about it. One day I actually came across them in my apartment. I felt like there was nothing for me to do but kill them. This is like what happened in the dream I talked about in the post “the murder dream.” Well, anyway, I smashed one of their heads in, and maybe ripped apart the other one’s head. I don’t remember too clearly. There was a third girl, but I don’t know what happened to her, and later in the dream I don’t remember having any fear of being exposed by her. This older black janitor helped me hide the bodies in my apartment. He said something about the problems of his son helped him understand what I was going through, and made him want to help me. From there, I had the problem of trying not to get caught for the crime. I had to try to get rid of some bloody clothing, as well as the two girls’ bodies. I considered grinding them up in some way and feeding them to my dog (although in this part of the dream I reverted to becoming the other person again). It was anxiety-provoking but exhilarating. I started wondering about what would happen if I got arrested and had to go to jail. I hoped I could have a private room and that I could bring my own bedclothes. At that point, I think I woke up.
This dreaming about apartments is really driving me nuts, though. It’s always either this, or I have to move from one apartment to another but can never finish moving my stuff, or I didn’t confirm to this hippy guy that I want to rent a room in his house for the summer at $300 a month.
