2 Dreams and My Shit.

Last night I dreamed that I was in a long narrow tunnel that was set up like those airport walkways where you have an escalator embedded in the floor, only there was like six inches each side of the escalator path, so you couldn't walk beside it, so me and all the other people were standing on the escalator and moving along, and there these tvs high up on the wall playing the music video to "Come On Eileen", only I looked forward a bit and saw the escalator going around a corner, so when I looked up again, I missed the part in the video where "Poor old Johnny Ray..." is written on the screen, my favorite part.

Later I dreamed that my weird neighbor who I know from another, closely-related department and who I've talked with several times but still never says hi when I pass him in our building's tiny foyer (once when he was just ahead of me going out the door, too, he just let the door slam in my face! - what an odd person he is) was confiding in me that the landlords didn't renew his lease at the end of the summer, so he was thinking of finding someplace right away and actually packing up and moving out secretly on the weekend. I was thinking when he was saying this that the landlords hadn't asked me to renew the lease either, but somehow it didn't worry me since I knew in the dream that they liked me, though lease-renewal time was impending.

This morning, some shit almost blew out my ass when I farted, when I was drinking coffee at the table and translating Greek. It was that wet kind, too, where it's solid clumps marinating in liquid when you have a nice beef stew that's just thick enough to serve on a plate and the chunks of meat are just falling apart in the broth on your plate. If it had crept out, it would have been nasty as all fuck get out to clean up.