I was living in a small, run down apartment and preparing to across the courtyard to a nicer one. I had been procrastinating getting everything cleaned and packed at the old place and it was coming down to the wire.
Something died in the yard outside my apartment door and the body was lying there. Then Leeloo was suddenly there with an ax embedded in her hindquarters. She staggered to the ground and while I was contemplating whether to put her out of her misery she expired. Now there were two dead bodies in the yard. Sometime later a human corpse arrived as well and at one point was even sitting in a chair at a table in my kitchenette. Rather than explain all these bodies, which I hardly could, I decided to bury them when I buried Leeloo and thus avoid any problems. Keeping this grotesque secret sickened me and seemed surreal. As the dream progressed, emphasis was laid on keeping anyone from coming to the apartment before I could get it all done.
Meanwhile, the most handsome man was seeming to court me. His mixed signals were difficult to read. He was flirtatious but at the same time it was as though he were joking and being ironic. I thought I must surely be too plain for him, but as the dream continued I grew more sure of myself and when we were walking through a furniture store and I was talking about what I needed for the new apartment, his comment that all the two of us needed was the bed I swooned. A puzzling thing started to happen, though. On a couple of occasions I was certain he had referred to me as "he." The dream never veered from first person view so I never saw what I looked like. Did he think I was a man? Was he gay and thought I was a man? He said we should put me in a tuxedo and go out on the town. He himself was wearing a beautiful, expensive coal colored suit. I saucily countered that I actually looked pretty good in a tux, but I didn't have one. He said I could wear one of his and I agreed. Again, the troubling thought came to me...does he think I'm a guy?? As we walked down the sidewalk, I finally made some reference to it and he playfully touched me with his hand and said "yes, I think you're a man"...but in that same unreadable tone he always used so that I could not tell if he was being sarcastic.
It was always nighttime in the downtown of a large city with only pedestrian traffic. There were lots of people and large televisions towering over the sidewalk.
Once between my rendezvous with the man in the suit, I visited my apartment to find my mother there. It was the middle of the night and she had just arrived and was hungry, but refused to let me make her something. She said she would get something herself because she needed to get right back on the road. I think we talked about what to do with all the corpses.
When I returned home from my final visit with the man, I knew I had procrastinated too long and I wouldn't have time to finish everything. I was panicked as I approached my apartment and saw the door open and people milling around, only to discover that the landlady had gone in and taken care of all the bodies, Leeloo was still alive, and my new apartment was ready.
