New neighbors

In my dream, a cool old brick building at the end of Nassau Street in Princeton had been converted to luxury apartments, and we lived in one of them. There was a courtyard in the middle, and when we looked across we could see directly into the house of one of our neighbors. This was a huge place with a 2-story vaulted ceiling room, that was hung with medieval art, with a stage and lecture seating. It looked like some sort of chapel, but it was just a room where they did their daily things, like getting the kids off to school with backpacks and lunches.

Leonardo DiCaprio and Billy Connolly were also our neighbors apparently. Princeton, the town itself, also seemed much hipper and more urban. We were sleeping one night and one of our neighbors was out on his balcony in the courtyard talking loudly on the phone. He had an annoying nasal voice, and he was saying "I'm the wine guy, that's my thing."

Dysfunctional neighbors

I dreamed that Redneckhunter and I lived in a duplex townhouse where we shared an entryway with our neighbors. On this particular day, we had people visiting (our guest kept switching between our friends in London, and my cousins in New Rochelle, and their kids), and our neighbors also seemed to be having some sort of big brunch party at their place, as guests kept coming in and making a lot of noise.

The neighbors were a couple where the husband was gay and the wife was considerably older and straight. And we found out the reason for the party was because the husband's mother was giving birth at their house, and her lesbian wife was the one doing the delivery.

We don't like the people upstairs

We have never had luck with our upstairs neighbors. Recently a new batch of them as moved in, and just in the first few weeks, it's not looking like these new tenants are any better at helping with the general courtesies of living on separate floors of a single house - like taking out the garbage and recycling, etc.

Last night's dream: We parked the car in our spot in the small shared lot next to the house, and went into our place. When we came back out, the car was gone. The upstairs neighbors were having a party and people were hanging out outside. I suspected that the neighbors had had our car towed from right out of our own parking lot, so I confronted one of them. He said, they were just fucking with us, and just moved our car around the corner. I was furious and was screaming at him - why the hell would you do something like that?!

Because I have never actually seen our real neighbors and have no idea what they look like, I had to put a face on this guy I was yelling at, so it was a friend of a friend that we had met last weekend - a Scots-Irish guy originally from Georgia who took an instantly liking to redneckhunter for whatever reason.