Jan. 11th, 2012

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One of the things that has always fascinated me it the geography and architecture of my dreams. As would be expected of dreams, the buildings are always mad of odd forms and the features of both are usually greatly exaggerated from their real life counterparts.

Today I got a look at the continuing evolution of my apartment in dream world. It consisted of four rooms, a bedroom connected to three other rooms via a long hallway. One of the features that has been consistent in my dream apartments recently has been an incredible emphasis on windows all over the place, usually having entire outer walls made of glass, creating a nice, open, and spacious effect. Today however, these windows were replaced with plastic sheeting. Maybe we recently had a hailstorm in dreamtown, who knows.

This wasn't a problem as I walked the now sheeted in hallway from my bedroom to the main room, whereupon I found it filled with birds and bugs, which were coming in through a large number of holes that had been torn in the screens and plastic sheets that looked out the back towards my patio and the insanely large valley that my dream house has over looked for a long time now. Angered at the presence of these animals in my room when they clearly should be outside, I resolved that I would go to Dream Home Depot and get some nicer sheeting and a new screen door and finally replace all of this broken shit.

As I walked around outside, I looked at some of the other buildings nearby mine in dreamtown, wondering if maybe it was time to just move to a new place. I pondered over this and worried about how much other places would cost as I opened the door to my apartment complex, taking a look at the poster on the front door that encouraged children to tell their parents about how cool these apartments are, possibly as a way to add pressure to any possible lessees by infecting their kids with the idea that this place was cool.

I did think about it as I entered the nice, Edwardian decorated, hardwood outer hallway and opened my door, and how this place wasn't so bad. Maybe I could just finally give in and move my stuff from the bedroom to the nice, solid walled room at the entrance of my apartment. As I opened the door I remembered why I hadn't earlier. The room already contained some furniture, a shelve full of books and a desk, and, the most prominent reminder of why I couldn't move in there, that fucking grey cat.

I had no issues with the cat, it was a nice cat, but it reminded me that there was a long stairway that led to a basement door that the landlord had access too, since the basement was a long series of tunnels that led to every apartment as well as some other spots, so moving to that room meant that I would always have to worry about the landlord coming and going, as well as his cat just wandering around coming and going as it pleased.

I woke up at about this point.


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