Daily Archives: November 6, 2010

I had a dream last night that I thought I would share. It started when I came into my house after a long day at work, and there were these people wandering around everywhere. My daughters were there, but most of the people there I did not know and didn’t care to know.

They were all waking around the house and deliberately bumping into me. When I looked at their faces they had this strange paint on them in the design of hearts and weird lines that flared out in all directions.

As they were walking around, they would occasionally stop and strike these odd poses, sort of like doing “The Vogue,” popularized by Madonna.

But the intentional bumping into me persisted until I grabbed a young man by the shoulder and spun him around and asked him what the hell was going on.

The little bastard punched me in the face. I punched him back and he disappeared. I looked around the place and could see these piles of debris that these people were just leaving on the tables and floors.

I woke up and remembered the dream, which is quite rare for me because I am a very sound sleeper.

Then I heard it. Mind you I had been out of the house for more than 19 hours, 17 of those hours I was at work. I was mentally and physically drained from working a marathon day.

The “It” I refer to is the neighbors behind us that have this uncanny ability to wait until 1 A.M. to start their parties. I looked at the clock and sure enough, it was 1:09 A.M. and their stereo was blaring and they were swimming in their pool.

I thought “Those sons of bitches” and looked for my ear plugs so I could go back to sleep. The fact that I have ear plugs next to my bed should tell you all that this is a fairly regular activity of these particular neighbors.

After being unable to find them, I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep with a pillow over my head, but the pillow was doing little to stop the racket coming from behind my room.

Out of frustration, I began to analyze the dream. I thought, was the dream a manifestation of my absolute frustration with a society where there simply is no kindness or consideration for anyone but ourselves?

What has the American society been turned into? Are we now a bunch of savages, hell bent on disrespecting and attacking one another?

Then I began to analyze my day, and for that matter my week and month ahead of the dream and the party that probably caused the dream.

I thought about how incredibly rude people have become in today’s America. Then I thought about an old woman that was stunned when I offered to help her put her groceries in the trunk of her car while at the market. When I returned her shopping cart for her, she then tried to give me five dollars.

I thought, am I dressed like a bum? I felt my face and I had shaved and was wearing a nice outfit from Anchor Blue. No I don’t look like a bum.

I said “no thats alright.” As I walked to my car to tend to my own groceries I remembered thinking that what I had just done for that old woman used to be commonplace when I was a kid.

Contrary to popular belief, there actually was a time when people didn’t argue over a parking spot. When people thought of others before themselves. They didn’t drive down the freeways giving each other the middle finger and cutting each other off.

I remember when it was polite to hold a door open for those coming behind you. Today it seems that letting the door hit the guy behind you has become the norm.

There seems to be some sort of societal disconnect between manners and being considerate and America at large. We have seemingly lost the ability to tell right from wrong.

This way of thinking has saturated the American way of life to the point of no return.

A few minutes had passed while I was pondering all of this, when I was snapped out of my thought process by the next door neighbor, who was yelling over the wall to the people behind me and telling them to shut the hell up.

Words were exchanged that prompted me to get out of bed, go outside and second my neighbors opinion on the matter. The people having the party actually threatened to burn down the neighbor’s house if he refused to stop yelling at them.

I heard it and fortunately, so did the neighbor that lived next to the party throwers on his own street.

When the police showed up, he was promptly carted off to jail where he will face charges of making terrorist threats.

The party was shut down and I finally got some sleep. I am feeling much better now. Just something to think about. JD