Dream Journal
I came home from work. My apartment was in a dilapidated apartment building. There was a large table in my entryway with people sitting around the table with a projector. I asked one woman at the end of the table what was going on, and she informed me it was a board of directors meeting.
My landlady stood up and I asked her what was going on and why they were all in my apartment. I said that I get off work at 4 and needed my apartment after that. She didn’t apologize or make any excuses. I knew I needed to be more direct and angry with her, but I couldn’t.
My landlady asked to meet me upstairs. The building was more like a hotel than an apartment building, and I wasn’t paying her a lot. I wasn’t sure what my rights were under the law. I worried that she would kick us out.
Upstairs, with none of the lights working, I sat down with her and B. She opened her book and listed her grievances toward us: all of our books on the bookshelves surrounding the apartment were too heavy, causing the bookshelves to bend and would break soon. I didn’t realize the books were that bad, but B knew.
Also, we were supposed to ask her permission if we had more than 50 guests over, and we hadn’t. I asked her when that was: she said that one night she had left to go to the store, and when she came home, the parking lot was too full to get her car back in.
I remembered the birthday party I had thrown weeks previously. I apologized for not notifying her and said that I hadn’t realized that many people would show up.
She listed a few more things we had done wrong, and then said that on a whole we’ve been great, the best tenants she’s ever had, but we needed to be out within the next two weeks.
I was panicked, not knowing where we would go. I tried to bargain with her, that if only she would let us stay and lower our rent a bit, we could fix the place up really nice for her. But she wasn’t interested in fixing the place up. We had to move out.
Themes: B