Ha! Got your attention!
My over active sleepytown imagination was at it again last night.
I dreamed that I was on some sort of reality show, and that my room was the one down the hall stuffed off in the corner with no actual door in the doorway. That was ok because (1) you had to go thru a little twisty passage from the hallway to get into the room so you couldn't see inside from outside and (2) the room was haunted so I was happy to be able to be able to get out without having to slow down to open the door.
To make matters worse, the ghost and I were always trying to get each other into trouble.
Yes, you read that right.
The ghost was winning during this particular dream, because he had turned himself into water and was simulating a leak in the roof. So the landlord had to call an electrician. yes, you read that right, too. It was a dream after all.
The electrician was h-o-t and the ghost was threatening to tell him that I was gay and I kept putting my hand over the ghost's mouth so he wouldn't say anything.
…just like high school…
seriously, the other weird part of the dream was that in the little 10×10 room, there were 3 sets of bunk beds.
Now what does all that mean? Again, I woke up giggling.
