::NAY, BORE::

Just when things with my neighbors were looking spiffy (they took the mops and paint cans off our shared front porch and replaced them with potted flowers, and they put some plants and a tiki torch and some more flowers on my side, even), I'm awakened in the Wee Hours of the Night by a string of feet across hardwood floors and then a scream:

"You asshole, because its five o'clock in the fucking morning!"

I eventually got back to sleep.

But now I'm puzzled by this, because I've just woken up -- to an amazing dream, no less -- and it's just now five o'clock in the fucking morning.