It turned out, over the course of some investigation, that the super had made some sort of deal with some local urban spirits, like house gnomes but scummier, lead by...well, I wasn't clear what they were led by, but the super seemed to be dead or missing (probably because of the actions of the spirits), and the building was setting up a pretty nasty health code thing, so for the good of my family and neighbors, I decided to make nice to the spirit. So I went to one of its hundred little holes--like a rat-hole near the ground--and said some vague "offerings to the spirits" sort of thing.
The lead creature responded, asking more or less if I would obey its rules while I lived under its roof, and demanded that I seal the bargain with a kiss. Its jaws appeared in the narrow window of the rat hole, with teeth like a rat's jaws carved from sheet metal, foaming a bit and with some--uh, moist--coughing. So, trying not to be too disgusted, I kissed the beastie, not knowing what it was, and moved on.
Time passed, and things returned to only foul, not life-threatening, and I met the creature--most of its body was a jaw-droppingly handsome nude male (okay, well, I *am* gay...), but those teeth and distorted mouth, frightening black eyes, and hands ending in weird, semilovecraftian tendrils. It was explaining its origins to me (something about a wandering sideshow sort of life, but then made a deal with supernatural entities...) then I woke up.
One of the stranger things about this dream--and again, lately, I've been having dreams with high budget for special effects, good scripting--dreams that have been playing themselves out like movie scripts--was that this one had a score. Background music that surged and ebbed with the tension of the moment. Weird.
God, he was hot, though, except for the tentacles...
The morning proceeded mundanely after that, except that I tried to clean the hair out of the hairbrush I use when I'm showering, and it was a 10-minute excercise in frustration and bladed instruments.