I dreamt of Stacey last night big time, not surprisingly, since she popped into mind shortly before bed and I had been browsing for the latest online news on her. One dream I remember, one I don’t.

I guess Stacey’s still district manager in the same apartment management company, and her 13-year-old daughter was Dancer of the Year a couple of years ago at some gym/dance school she trains/performs at (she’s got 3 kids and I feel sorry for each and every one of them, too).

I’m surprised Stacey’s kid is listed as being of mixed ethnicity. I just didn’t think Stacey would ever date out of her own ethnicity. She always struck me as the type to only want to associate with those who were just like her, though I also picture her as wanting a passive man. Those, like her and my mother who are domineering, usually want mellow guys who they can boss around and who will put up with them.

I have written about Stacey in my bio which is at the beginning of my blog as well as being re-posted a little at a time, but I’ll do a quick rundown on her for those who might not know who she is after I summarize the dream I remember.

There wasn’t much to it. All I remember is that for some reason I had to live with her and her family as a live-in housekeeper and there was nothing either of us could do about it even though we both hated the idea. She hated having me in her house and I hated being in her house, though a part of me found it a bit amusing to know that she was just as uncomfortable as I was and maybe even more since it was her turf I was intruding upon no matter how much I made it shine and free of dust and dirt.

In one quick “scene” we were all piled into the family car with her youngest kid (Jake) squeezed in front between her and her husband Jim. The girls, Hanna and Abby, were in back with me.

Abby. What a boring name. Crabby Abby.

Back to the dream. We were approaching this Italian restaurant and the kids all started whining that they were hungry and wanted to stop.

“Yes, I’m hungry too,” I chimed in with. “I’ll work harder and longer if we can just please stop and get a bite to eat.”

I guess part of the “arrangement” called for them having to feed me too, LOL.

Next thing I knew they were accusing me of killing the small dog they had when they either weren’t looking or no one was home (I didn’t really), but we all still stopped and ate. The waitress there asked why Stacey seemed so hostile to me and I said, “Because she failed to kick my ass in court in 1993.” The truth was that Andrea, with whom she became buddies, failed to kick it with a conjunction against me, but I’ll get to that soon enough.

Okay, so what happened with Stacey and I? Well, she was the manager of the very first place I came to when I moved from New England to Phoenix, Arizona. It was the apartment complex Andy (who started going by his first name of Mark at the time) lived in which was the summer of 1992.

He, along with others, warned me that while Judy and Paula were nice, along with the maintenance guys, Stacey was a flat-out bitch.

But as we would learn the hard way about 6 months after I moved to the complex, she was particularly hard on me. Several theories as to why were thrown at me – she hated Jews, she hated gays, she had a crush on me but freaked when she realized it and just couldn’t handle it well being a conservative, married woman in a conservative state who would have her first kid in the fall of 1993. So since she couldn’t get the kind of attention she wanted from me, she got it in a nasty way instead. Looking back on it, her behavior does suggest the last theory could be true, but I’ll never know for sure.

I myself developed a little crush on her despite the asshole she could be. She sort of reminded me of a blue-eyed, blond version of Kate Jackson. She was tall and her voice and her mannerisms were a lot like Kate’s.

First she caught me with the cat I’d moved in with and wasn’t supposed to have since I wasn’t in a pet apartment. Okay, no problem, so Andy and I just dumped it in Stevie Nicks’ yard in Paradise Valley, figuring someone would take care of him since they had a lot of money in that area. It was either that or get evicted and I certainly couldn’t afford that. I missed him for a while, but I got over it and moved on. It was later confirmed that Stevie’s neighbor took him in.

Then I moved to an apartment behind Andy and next to a woman named Andrea who lived above a woman named Mary. All was fine, or so I thought, until Stacey dragged both Andy and I down to the office and spoke to us each separately. She mostly tried to get Andy to dump me and accused me of things I both did and didn’t do. This is back when I was still a prankster and I had been making prank calls to this crazy woman named Ellie along with a guy who lived above me in the first building and drove me crazy by walking like an elephant on top of my head so much of the time. Why they went to Stacey about it beats me since she was only the apartment manager and not the police, but they did.

I brought her a tape of Ellie screaming and threatening me on my answering machine and she said something like, “Well, those are the kinds of people you don’t have anything to do with.”

As I told her, I was trying not to, but Ellie kept calling for a while and eventually came to my door till I scared her off by chasing her down the stairs. That was it, though. Ellie left me alone after that one.

Stacey also accused me of vandalism which I was totally innocent of. I do remember hearing glass shattering one night after our so-called little meeting. I was out on my patio but quickly ran indoors because I didn’t want to be accused of whatever was going on.

Firecrackers were also shot off at my place.

The strangest – even creepiest – thing that she said was that she “knew all my movements and activities at the complex, and if she didn’t find out what I was doing firsthand, she would through someone else.”

It was true, too. She did seem to know it all. She knew when I was in the laundry room, when I was at the pool, who I spoke to, what we talked about, when I was home, when I wasn’t, etc.

“What are you, spying on me or something?” I asked her, which Andy said he also asked her.

One time I was in the Jacuzzi when she was trying to pass her after-hours number off on this guy who was sitting next to me. The guy kept wanting to refuse it, saying he didn’t want to bother her while I couldn’t help but feel like it was a trap of some kind. Like she wanted to give the guy her number to see if I would ask him for it or something.

Andrea had been fine till she had her 15 little siblings (no joke) over for a few days. The place was rocking. Even Andy could feel the bumps and bangs and he lived diagonally from her.

For some reason, Stacey had started being nice to me by this point. I would receive little gifts left at my door at times (mostly beauty supplies) and suspected she was behind them. As a test, I thanked her for the “gifts” one time and she never denied that it was her leaving them. This was after I started dancing.

Anyway, it was horrible for Andy and I, but Mary got it the worst since she was underneath it all. These were small 400-square-foot studio apartments. Andrea’s door was right next to mine and I listened just inside my door when Mary and I called and complained to Stacey. Stacey said it was overcrowded when she came to check out the situation, and that the kids would have to leave. So after Andrea said I “did the same thing” she said they would be gone the next day. Then Stacey said “I understand Jodi’s situation,” whatever that meant.

But despite the fact that I, along with others, clearly had every reason to be annoyed and upset, Andrea never got over being complained about and went out of her way to be as noisy as she could whenever she was home and not sleeping. I wanted to wake her up at night just like she did with me when I was trying to sleep in (I had to dance till 1am), but didn’t want to spite others while spiting her. So I waited until she drove me crazy enough to run me out of there and “accidentally” bumped into her door the night I moved out at 2am. Tossed some empty boxes and old wire hangers onto her enclosed patio too, on the way out, LOL.

Andrea ended up doing me a favor in the end, though, since I not only ended up in a bigger, nicer apartment (even though it too, could get noisy), but next to Tom!

Andy moved a month or two later too, and we handled her the way we usually handled people we disliked back then – by prank-calling them. I recorded Stacey when Andy was hopelessly trying to get the deposit money she’d cheated him out of and “edited” her voice so she stuttered like crazy, then later played it on the office’s machine when the office was closed.

We sent Andrea a wacky letter and all kinds of magazine subscriptions.

Mary later told me that Judy had asked if she’d gotten any prank mail. But Mary was always good to us so we had no reason to bother her.

In the summer of 1993, I was summoned to appear in court at which time Andrea (who had Stacey along with her) failed to get a conjunction against me for lack of proof. But it was enough to scare me into leaving her alone from there on out, and I did.

I was young, dumb and naïve in every sense of the word back then. Today I would handle such a situation much differently. For one, I’d be damn sure to let Stacey’s boss know that she’d given client information out by giving Andrea my new address.

Fast forward to 2007. I’d thought about her on and off throughout the years, but she popped into mind one day shortly before we left Oregon after being out of mind for quite a while. Social sites weren’t quite what they are today, so all I could find on her at the time was a physical address where I sent a letter claiming that she confessed to having feelings for me to Judy, and Judy asked that I let her know I forgave her for the past and shit like that, LOL. I was curious as to whether or not I’d hear back from her, and as I figured would be the case, I didn’t.

Then I wrote a story with us as lead characters as I like to do with those I’ve had crushes on. Well, I just sent a copy of that story to 3 of her coworkers, LMAO! Can’t wait to see if my journal gets any Arizona hits!

This isn’t the first time she’s heard from me online, though. I contacted her at work a couple of years ago, and told her daughter on Facebook to say hi to her mother and that I posted the story in my journal which I provided the link. This was back when I was using MD regularly.

Hanna’s profile and Stacey’s picture disappeared the next day, LOL.

I even called her a year ago but got sent to voicemail. I just said that I was told to call her. You know, enough to annoy her and let her know I’m still around and remind her of my existence, but that’s all still perfectly legal.

This latest picture of Stacey is even nicer. She’s aged quite well if I do say so myself. Her hair is just below her shoulders and parted on the side. I downloaded it even though I expect it too, will quickly disappear, LOL.

Later…

I’m having one of those days where I just can’t seem to wake up. I’ve gotten a lot done, but at the same time, I feel like I have no energy at all. So maybe doing a second entry will get me going, even if it means I might skip doing any tomorrow.

I still can’t figure out what that damn cock is up to during the week with the starting and stopping of the fucking truck. I only know it’s obviously not going to stop anytime soon since this has been going on for weeks now. He runs the damn thing for anywhere from a minute to several minutes, guns the engine, then turns it off. Is he just trying to annoy me?

Alison gave me some very inspiring feedback yesterday and is really liking how my story’s coming out so far. She feels that I gave her the courage to share her erotica stories which deals with dominance and submission. Just like with her, I’ve never cared to live or experience this sort of life but thought it interesting and that it may fit into one of my stories well. Her positive feedback helps give me the drive to stick to it as I almost didn’t bother doing this story since I have other stories I started as well. But in this story, Nane meets Tesla online much like we did for real. Tesla tours throughout Europe every summer with a production company that does musicals. Then Tesla meets Nane in Munich, and when Tesla learns that the U.S. has started to check incoming travelers for outstanding warrants, she decides to take Nane’s offer to let her stay with her in Germany. I’m still not sure what I’m going to have Tesla running from, though. Maybe theft? Either way, Nane broaches the subject of her being her submissive and all is fine and mutual at first until Nane starts getting a bit carried away and becomes overly domineering and even abusive. So now Tesla’s stuck between a rock and a hard place, not wanting to return to the U.S. just to get arrested, but not wanting to stay with Nane anymore either. That’s where the real suspense will come in; when she figures out how to break away.

I never would’ve come up with this idea if it weren’t for Aly opening my eyes to this whole new subject which I’ve never really heard much about before or explored in any depth. She’s been my consultant and an insightful one, too.

A couple of days ago I had trouble breathing. It happens at times and I’m not sure why, but it’s like I can’t suck in enough air.

He just left on the motorcycle and then came back. That’s the fourth time I’ve had to hear from him in just 4 hours.

I noticed I had a couple of regular blog visitors from New York. I wondered if it could be Marie accessing me from a different device and location. I figured Sharyn wouldn’t be the least bit interested in me and my life, so I asked Dorene if she had my blog bookmarked (she lives in Rochester) and was coming in regularly. She said it could be her or her sister.

I think that girl, Betsy H. who insisted on Facebook that her mother wasn’t the Jan I was looking for, was telling the truth after all. Betsy told me her mother went by her middle name, Lynn. But the Jan I knew never mentioned that name. The number I just called said to leave a message for Jim and Lynn. So I guess the real Jan doesn’t have a husband named Jim and 3 kids and 2 twin grandkids after all, and I may never be able to track her down either. She may not even be in K-Falls still, but I think she is. She told us she loved it there.