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Saturday, December 13, 2003

A Nightmare & Relief

I just woke up from a nightmare, and I thought since I'm up, I might as well blog.

I don't usually have nightmares, or, if I do, I don't remember them. Now that I think of it, I'm sure this one had something to do with the fact that I watched City of Ghosts before I went to bed (and despite the facts that I can't stand Matt Dillon and that it wasn't a very good film, I kind of enjoyed it). At any rate, something woke me up before we caught the culprit; and, as a result, I remember it all just a bit too vividly.

We had moved to New Orleans for some unknown reason, to an awful part of town. Even our landlord didn't realize how bad our place was until right before we moved in. He was working on getting us into a new place in the next day or two, but he was currently unavailable. I know because I kept wanting another man around to help. I don't remember the place looking that bad during the day, but we were plagued with violent, twisted intruders all day who turned an apparently nice-looking place into a hellhole. Worst of all, we were never sure we had gotten rid of the main culprit (who was catching people and biting them to the point that they needed hospitalization), and we couldn't be sure others were kept out; our back door would have been better suited to a grandma's farm than to the slums we were apparently living in. When I finally stepped outside that night, I saw for the first time that our front door was caddy-corner from a techno, neon strip club. I began to wonder if it could get any worse. Of course it could. Later, a group of vicious women broke in the front and started harassing Hollie. I was still busy trying to catch the other intruder when I heard what was going on, but we managed to get the bitches out. Now it was back to the biter.

I could go on, but I won't. I should get back to bed. I will say, though, that I was glad I woke up with firearms near at hand. It's been years since I was that comforted by a gun.

And finally, in a much happier tune, I must sing the praises of Hollie, Callie, and my mother-in-law, who unpacked nearly all of the remaining stuff from our move today. For instance, our built-in bookshelves are finally filled with books instead of boxes. It's quite a load off, and the place looks ten times better.

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