Polyglot Hills, Ghost Rooommate

The night after I went to the (excellent) blogade I had a dream that took place in S. Brooklyn in the Sunset Park/Bay Ridge area filled with many interesting details. Before I woke up I was dreaming that there were a number of hills, and on each hill there was a grand house, and in each house a different language was spoken, and each language was rich and beautiful. Then just before someone was going to start telling me the ghost stories of these houses, I woke up.

Ghost stories are hard to come by. But it was clear to me that the dream was came from listening to Ms. Heather's talk of the polyglot blogs mixed with my own experience of the varied cultures and languages of this borough. The location of the dream was probably influenced by Robert Guskind's speech, when he spoke of hoping for blogs in a wider array of areas, in particular Sunset Park and Sheepshead Bay.

At work I was telling someone about my dream, and how it was lame to wake up before hearing any of the ghost stories. So she said, I have one. Hers took place when she lived in Bay Ridge in a building she described as old and strong. She had friends over who told her her roommate had just come home. But when they looked, there was no roommate to be found. Then a little later, the roommate did actually come home and looked nothing like the girl they'd seen. The roommate told them she'd seen this girl before, this girl who comes in and goes into her room and disappears. Many would like a roommate like that.

But my coworker was not so comfortable with it, and many times when she was home alone at night her hair would stand up on end and she'd feel really uncomfortable. She said she felt that so frequently it seemed normal to her, she had no idea you could actually feel comfortable in your apartment. Which she does now, for the most part, in her S. Slope flat. Except for the occasional issue with the flesh and blood roommate.