Standing on the 2nd level of a large building, by a large tall window, w/ a phone that may have had a cord, talking to Ms Salsa. Then I realized that it was 11:something my time which meant it was midnight:something her time and apologized for keeping her up late. The stairwell that I am standing on is grand, not curving but still large, white, many steps.
Before hand I was downstairs and there is a large atrium and Ms T has her beautiful apt house on the first floor. I was down there when this white woman w/ two kids came in and somehow my glasses fell on the ground and the kids almost trampled them. I said something like “hold on, hold on” and went to the corner to pick up my glasses (I was on the phone at this time). I left to go up to the second landing – the stairs had a landing where the window was before you went up to the second floor where there were more apt. As I’m talking to Ms Salsa the woman downstairs calls me a “trick” and I blurted out “bitch’.
She goes to talk to the manager and the manager proceeds to place a note on Ms T’s door that her rent will be fined will be increased by two percent b/c of the filthy language that I used. I complained to her that this other woman called me a trick. She said, “oh, I didn’t know that” but she refused to change it and said “well, you know when I was here I had all my kids running around so I didn’t want anyone saying bad words.” And I had to walk through the door to where Ms T was sleeping and my old landlady showed up. I knew she wanted her last month’s rent money.
She was very nice, walking around, talking but I didn’t want her there so eventually I forced the scene to change! Then I’m in a car w/ someone (my brother?) and I’m pouring out a bowl of cereal b/c I’m hungry and he’s taking me to another one of Ms T’s houses. It’s night-time. I remark as he makes the turn into the parking lot where a few fast food restaurants are located “Oh, it smells like the pizza I put in Ms T’s oven and here am I eating cereal!” And I laugh.
Then we stop in front of the house which has now burned to the ground – completely. And I realize that it was my pizza that burned down the house. My brother? has already walked out the car, shutting it behind them and I open the door and just fall out. Fall onto the asphalt, weeping, silently. No tears, no sound just overwhelming pain.
Then at some point I realize that I am just dreaming and I start crying and say “I hate you Satan, I hate you with every fiber of my being for that”. Then I wake up, wake up.
This is the second weeping dream I’ve had in a couple of weeks. Time’s are tough