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I had a very unpleasant dream last night.
In the dream,I had won a lottery and one of the prizes was an apartment in New York City. So, I went up to take a look at it and I HATED IT.
The apartment was huge, with vaulted ceilings and this really dark brown wood on the walls, floor and kitchen counters. The kitchen appliances were really old and ugly. Remember those washing machines that were integrated into kitchen sinks? Yeah? No? Well, this dream-place had one of those.
Also, it was in a really shit part of Staten Island, I think, and you had to drive to get to anywhere good, including the subway.
So, I told the lottery people that I didn't want the apartment, but they kept trying to convince me that it was really great and that they had been counting ont he $6000 a month rent I would be paying for it so I HAD to take the apartment.
At which point, I just sort of blew up at them and told them that I wasn't taking the goddamned apartment for all the reasons listed above and also because New York is a shit city that more goddamn planes needed to crash into. (Yeah, apparently dream-me and waking-me have the same opinion of NYC.)
At which point I woke up, feeling odd and uncomfortable and just starting off my day all wrong.
Pheh.
Interest thing: in real life, I did win real estate in a prize once. A patch of land near the Sea of Cortez in southern California. When I was told what I'd won, I basically told the guys I didn't want it and when they pressed me on it, I told 'em to fuck off and hung up on 'em.
In the dream,I had won a lottery and one of the prizes was an apartment in New York City. So, I went up to take a look at it and I HATED IT.
The apartment was huge, with vaulted ceilings and this really dark brown wood on the walls, floor and kitchen counters. The kitchen appliances were really old and ugly. Remember those washing machines that were integrated into kitchen sinks? Yeah? No? Well, this dream-place had one of those.
Also, it was in a really shit part of Staten Island, I think, and you had to drive to get to anywhere good, including the subway.
So, I told the lottery people that I didn't want the apartment, but they kept trying to convince me that it was really great and that they had been counting ont he $6000 a month rent I would be paying for it so I HAD to take the apartment.
At which point, I just sort of blew up at them and told them that I wasn't taking the goddamned apartment for all the reasons listed above and also because New York is a shit city that more goddamn planes needed to crash into. (Yeah, apparently dream-me and waking-me have the same opinion of NYC.)
At which point I woke up, feeling odd and uncomfortable and just starting off my day all wrong.
Pheh.
Interest thing: in real life, I did win real estate in a prize once. A patch of land near the Sea of Cortez in southern California. When I was told what I'd won, I basically told the guys I didn't want it and when they pressed me on it, I told 'em to fuck off and hung up on 'em.
