Sharon and the neighbor guy

I dreamed of Sharon again. Classic Sharon, not well, but still mobile and up to her old tricks. A neighbor guy had a crush on her. It was a black guy who she was surprised but not too upset to find  was leaving her notes. 

I was a bit jealous, but more was I amazed at her getting up and walking for a spell. She kept needing help and I'd come find her as she went about finding the notes this guy had left for her. I was reading one of the notes with her and I didn't seem too upset, like I might have been in real life. It was just an interesting phenomenon, like her being able to walk. 

There were some other sketchy blokes about, and I kept having to pretend we didn't live where we lived, so they wouldn't try to case us or the place. The guys were speaking "noir," or that old-timey wiseguy talk which denotes a lower class of thug. I was onto their tricks, see, so's I didn't fall for 'em. But I didn't like the way the neighborhood was shapin' up with them in it. 

I had to lock a garden gate with a giant safety pin and was having a time of it. I banged my front tooth real good on the safety pin as I was trying to affix it to an impossibly high position on the gate, to mimic a lock when viewed from the outside. From the inside it was an obvious pin job, but whoever did it before me had made it appear pretty secure from the outside. I settled for a less secure job, which didn't hide the fact that it was a safety pin at all. 

I began singing a song called "Why Don't We" as the dream faded out. I just woke up because I had to pee. Now to go back to sleep. I love Sharon dreams, no matter how messed up they are. She was walking and that pleased me immensely.