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A huge house

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Written by: Rod Boyle

Category: Dreams

Published: 11 July 2010

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A day of constant napping.

Up at 6:00 AM, flea market, home by 9:00 AM. Nap until 12:00. Up and wait for boy to arrive, by 1:00 I'm suspicious that he's not coming...Call, no answer, another nap.

Now I've moved again, and I'm in a large wood paneled room, a small window above a sink. It's dark, but somehow architecturally perfect, the slope of the ceiling, everything. G (the owner of the restaurant G) is here, for some reason he's given me a ride...

And I find a slip of paper taped up, listing another property for rent, I'm curious, it's got a strange symbol, squares, beneath it and I'm trying to decipher it but key upon the slip is the statement that "price is no object" and I wander the house looking for someone to talk to this about, is it true and if so maybe I can afford it....

G is still there, he's brought his daughter and she's watching a tiny TV, G is lifting weights, he's all pumped up like Arnold Schwarzenegger, he's watching me and I remember that I haven't told him I'm leaving....

Now I find the owner of the house, the one I'm renting it off of, he's drinking in front of a computer and he tells me it's true, money's no object and they'll buy all the major appliances for whoever takes the property off their hands, all new, ...in the next room is an obviously gay guy working an old - 1980's old - yellow screened giant computer, he's getting some fax or transmission from "Outlook", the gay magazine in Calgary, and I'm asking him if there isn't anything a bit more modern, admiring the retro look of it, and G is joking that he must be gay and he says that yes, yes he is and G is dumbstruck, doesn't know what to say, and the gay guy is turning to me, his face is all black and blue and I ask him what happened and he explained that it was some little brawl at Stampede...

Now I'm wandering around the house, I've already moved in and my furniture, belongings are in piles everywhere, and everywhere I wander I discover more rooms, the kitchen, maybe 50 feet long and lined with shelves, a 10" ceiling, now there's another room I didn't see beside it, another 50" of shelves and 10" ceiling, painted a 50's lime green, enough to put everything I own in, and I'm overjoyed at the prospect of sorting this shit out...

G is now talking to me, telling me I should reconsider moving, it's too expensive (and it isn't at all) and the owner is an alcoholic (? so ? what do I care..) and the other guy is gay (and what does that matter?) and as I walk through the house, discovering new rooms and vistas all the time, it begins to fill with friends...theater friends, young attractive people whispering behind my back about the housewarming gifts they forgot to bring me...

There's a giant living room, balcony, it overlooks the river valley, beside it another room, as well giant, overlooking the river, the house, this house, it's huge and unending and it's filling with friends that I don't know and G has disappeared and I'm thinking that there's no way I'm going to go on vacation, this house, it's perfect, I'm going to stay here and party with my newly discovered friends for the next 3 weeks...