A hotch-potch bunch of friends was staying over for the night. Good hostess that I am, I laid out bed rolls in the store room, set them up for the night and went to bed myself.
In the middle of the night, I was awoken by sounds of someone having a nightmare. I went to check on my friends and shook awake the dreamer. Then I heard sounds from the back balcony. Went to check that out.
To my horror, BGF’s Ex-BF, one of the over-nighters, had set up a meth lab in my back balcony. He had curtained the balcony with canvas sheets. Thick white smoke, accompanied by a horrible horrible chemical stench, was spreading all through the apartment.
I ran to my room, picked up the phone and dialled for the police. It rang and rang and rang. And in the dream, I recalled that I had called the police numerous times for numerous reasons in other dreams and I never experienced a timely response. Then I recalled (still in the dream) that my mom called the police (in real life) just a few days ago to report a bunch of fighting teenagers in our block. She got a timely response. No fair.
The police finally answered my call. I told them the problem and asked them to come over quickly. The person on the phone told me to hold while they decided on the next course of action.
As I was holding the line, my grandad’s domestic helper came into my room and tried to serve me breakfast. What is going on!?! She doesn’t live in this apartment and I don’t eat breakfast in the bedroom. I waved her out but she insisted on serving me the darn breakfast. The breakfast plate was resting on a receptacle. I lifted the plate and found that the receptacle was filled with the smoking substance. She’s in cahoots with BGF’s Ex-BF! They’re trying to smoke me out!
I was still on hold! What are the police going to do about this?!? I looked out of my window. Policemen were scaling the wall to get to my 7th floor apartment. Why on earth they did not just use the elevator and ring my doorbell, I never know.
