friskin

Odin still evades me, but I feel I am getting closer.

The girl nextdoor doesn't make any noise, except an occasional girlish giggle, and her clicking lightswitch like clockwork each night. Someone else in the building is fucking, and being very vociferous about it. I guess I should say, two someones.

I had a really disturbing dream last night. I think it was a continuation of one I had a couple nights ago. I dreamed a close friend of mine was in my driveway at home, and someone (probably me) had backed the car onto her head. The tire was on top of her face, which was smooshed and pretty much unrecognizable. I tried to tell my mom and dad that they should get the car off so we can bury the body. Mom refused, saying that what we needed to do was wash and dress the body and then hang it. I imagined the body hanging by the neck in the hall closet, only to be returned to the driveway the next day and ritualistically run over by the car again. I tried to argue, but realized that in a note I had written to my mom I had lied and said that I would be with that particular friend. I couldn't give her the note because then my lie would be discovered.

Choir concert tomorrow.