I’ve had the same stupid dream almost every night now for about the past week.

It’s annoying.

I can now recall it in almost perfect detail -

It always starts out that I’m walking away from my apartment building and towards the train tracks (I always have to cross a set of train tracks on foot in order to get to the quad). I get to them, and I hear someone yelling a person’s name.

“Lilly!” An African American woman runs up to me.

“Please…have you seen - my daughter she is about this tall,” The woman says, holding up a shaking hand to about her midriff.

“No…I’m sorry-” I start, but the woman cuts me off and yells for her daughter again.

“Lilly! Stop this right now come out! LILLY!” The woman’s shaking voice echoes across the tracks as she runs along them a ways.

Suddenly, I hear the familiar dinging sound of the gates closing down the road.

“A train is coming!” I yell to the woman, who is almost at the next intersection where the tracks cross. The gates start coming down on the intersection that I am standing at. I go around them and look down the tracks.

There sits a little girl, playing with something on the tracks. Her mother must have passed her in panic.

“Hey!” I yell to the girl. But she is singing to herself, and cannot hear me. She is also for some reason, unable to hear the train. I hear the trains horn now, sounding very close.

“Lilly!” I yell. I see the mother in the front lawn of a person’s property, looking in the bushes for her daughter. I try and wave to her, but she cannot see me. I start running down the tracks, towards Lilly and the mother.

I see the train, charging ahead. It’s horn blasting. I’m so close to the little girl now; I can see that she is putting pennies on the tracks.

“Mommy, the pennies will be flat!” The little girl exclaims. The mother looks up from the bushes in panic, and sees her daughter.

“Lilly get away from there!” The mother yells, running towards the tracks.

We are both so close to Lilly, but she doesn’t see the train looming right behind her. I see the mother’s horrified face in the background at what she is about to witness. My arms are outstretched, I can feel the pressure of the wind that the train is creating as I reach for the little girl…

And then I wake up.

Always the same, stupid dream. I had it just now, when I was taking a nap. And once I go to sleep tonight, I’ll probably dream that again.

Is there any medication for a dreamless sleep?

First of all I wanted to take the time to thank you for being the loudest upstairs-neighbors known to mankind.

While I am down here, quietly trying to do my homework, I hear what sounds like a couple of humans trying to round up stampeding rhino’s into a bedroom.

I also do not appreciate the parties that you have at 2:30 in the morning as you try and cram about 30 people into the room right above my bedroom.

Also, I do not know if you are holding a kick-boxing tournament or just walking to the microwave, but I would appreciate it if you could walk a little softer. I assume that you do not weigh 400 pounds and therefore you are not excused from walking that loudly.

I have taken the liberty of pouring water on your parking spot. Did I mention that it is going to get well below 20 degrees tonight, and that water freezes?

Must have slipped my mind.

With faith,

Jillian