Voyeurism! Anonymous, yesterday, accused me of voyeurism!
Because I went to the window and watched this couple fighting, after I couldn't work because they were screaming the "F" word two houses down. Imagine!
All other things being equal, I would just as soon my reveries about Leonard Pennario not be interrupted by people screaming the "F" word. Not only is it distracting but it reinforces my conviction that my neighborhood is slip-sliding into slumdom (to coin an appropriately sloppy word).
But when it happens, and I cannot concentrate, I am darned if I am going to turn my back, piously, and say that these people deserve their privacy. Forget that! When life gives you lemons, etc., etc. And these people are lemons. I have lemons for neighbors.
I also have lemons in my dreams.
It is hard to admit this, but twice, this week, I have had dreams about Adolf Hitler. I have no idea what Hitler is doing in my dreams. I wish he would leave.
Lastnight was my second dream about Hitler. It was the same as the first dream, a few nights ago -- Hitler was sitting around with my friends and me. He may have been drinking wine but I am not sure because in real life, Hitler did not drink. That he was not eating chicken wings in the dream makes sense, because Hitler was a vegetarian. Wow, I bet vegetarians hate hearing that. I always think of this sour quote from Jascha Heifetz: "No matter what side of an issue you are on, there are always people you wish were on the other side." Think about that quote. It is so true.
Anyway, back to Hitler. He was sitting around with us, and lastnight he was wearing a black suit, though not aggressive or ominous-looking. And he was nice, making small talk, gabbing about this or that. But he made me uneasy because, I mean, he was Hitler. And I remember thinking there was no telling what he might do.
Once, in my dream lastnight, I slipped away and made a phone call, I can't remember to whom. I said, "Isn't it weird that all these other big Nazis were executed, like Ribbentrop and what's-his-name, the head of the Hitler Youth, but Hitler got away and no one seems to care?" When I awoke I was proud of myself for having my facts straight. Ribbentrop was indeed executed, and so was the head of the Hitler Youth, whose name I cannot remember in waking life either. I took History of the Third Reich at UB. I know what I am talking about.
What does this dream mean? I wish Leonard Pennario were around so I could tell him about it. He was such a great audience for the serial dreams I had last winter about Jascha Heifetz. And I was a good audience for his dreams too.
I wonder if dreaming about Hitler means that someone in my life is acting like a Nazi.
That someone could be Anonymous, accusing me of voyeurism.