there was a dream last night about looking at, then moving into an apartment on emily street, a block away from my parents house. eek. it is an attic apartment in a huge, old house... one bedroom, but two bathrooms, and cathedral ceilings. there are old fans left everywhere and of every type imaginable, so i suppose i will not be spending much of the hot summer in my actual aparment. $520 is a good price, and the rooms are large and bizarre-ly arranged. i imagine decorating the aparment for TT and i.

later on, as the dream progresses somewhat at a fast-forward pace, i realize the apartment is haunted, as to the death of someone who lived there before me,...and that i am to die there as well. this makes living there all the more interesting.

the floors for different rooms are all at different heights, almost like the apartement d'f0o, except much more extreme...stairs everywhere, and mysterious closets and half walls and such...a little odd to figure out, until one realizes that it was designed by someone going insane from living in the house. when sitting around with friends a mug slides itself off of a top shelf and smashes slow-mo on the floor. it has begun!!

and i wake.

i need to watch more sp0oky stories! i forget how much i love the thrill!

*grin*

see bootyboi, those fans sitting down there in the basement are just longing for use...and the apartment search! woo, this will be fun!

side note:

i just found an eraser in the library that had the words "this is not an eraser" printed all over it. heh.

"everyday is like sunday, everyday is silent and grey"