Not sure where this dream comes from, on account of I like my next door neighbors, but here's what I recall. My next door neighbors were some different people whom I detested. I learned that they were selling the place, but the dad was dilly dallying, almost like he was trying to sabotage the process. I heard a phone call come through, one where it was going to be a sure deal.
Sure enough, there he was in the driveway, pretending he didn't hear the phone and ignoring his wife's pleas to make an appointment. I was in the house, and I went out and started petting his cat and suggested that he maybe answer the phone. He made some dumbass remarks about his dog and left me petting the cat.
I went back in the house and started ranting to my mom, who was also in favor if him moving. She had some stake in the new prospects' moving in. I was coaching the new prospects mentally, but out loud and in front of an open window, apparently:
"Fuck him. You fuck him in the ASS!"
Of course, my neighbor could most likely hear me, and I had to wind up owning my words.
"I guess, when you talk to him, tell him it was me, the rotten son, who said all that," I told my mom. She still had to try to smooth things over so the deal could go through.
Not too much else happened in the dream. Pretty useless and non-inspirational. Now I have an unpleasant day ahead of me, but not at all related to the dream.
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