Awesomely Modest

Posted by Daniellopi on January 7th, 2007

Last night, I dreamt that Jaes and I moved again, only this time, he picked the apartment out himself. After he came home and announced that he had found the perfect place, saying that it was awesome, he took me to look at it. We climbed a narrow set of carpeted stairs and popped open the door to reveal the kitchen. The first thing I noticed about the kitchen was the beaten-looking refrigerator (as it was right next to the door). I pulled it open to reveal bent and sagging metal shelves, an absence of freezer, and general filth. I looked at Jaes and he reminded me that we own our refrigerator and thus won’t need this one.
Next we walked into the living room, though for some reason in my dream, I didn’t think of it as the living room at all. It was a decent size but contained (to the left side) a bathtub backed by mirrors, up on a platform, which you had to climb 5 or 6 stairs to reach.
Next the bedroom, small but decent. Then the “real” living room, which was the last room in the apartment, furthest away from the front door. It was small, but the couch and tv would fit.
I then asked Jaes if the landlord was planning on replacing/shampooing the carpets, as all the rooms except the kitchen and bedroom had filthy carpet. He said “no”, so I started really inspecting it, noticing in a closet area that the carpet was laid on top of another. When I peeled it back, I saw evidence of yet another layer underneath the second layer, but the second layer seemed cleaner than the first.
Finally, Jaes showed me the bathroom, a wonder to behold. Apparently, the owner had focused all his/her attention in this room. It was huge, with 2 side-by-side glass-doored showers, a drying area with body blow driers built into the wall, another tub with shower, toilets, sinks, and a vanity area. There was a door at the opposite end of the bathroom which I assumed was to a walk-in closet, though I never did look.

Posted by Jae on January 4th, 2007

I was woken up by a little white mouse walking around on the floor, and saw that it was stealing a pair of my boxers. I grabbed them, and the mouse started taking the pair next to them. I reached my hand under the bureau to grab them away from it, when I pulled my hand out from under the mouse was biting my finger and I just watched in confusion as it pulled a thick, wide flap of skin down my finger as it dangled in the air.

I grabbed the mouse, wrapping it in my boxers as I walked around my room wondering what to do with it. The mouse somehow slipped out and got away, and shortly after a group of three round grape-sized mice marched up wearing helmets and with little spiked poles in their hands. I stomped on them with my shoes and squished them.

I saw the bathroom door closed and knocked. Danielle and Peter came out, and said that they couldn’t leave the house. They had forgotten the code to turn off the alarm, the back of the house was lit up red, like there were laserbeams everywhere.

A new group of grape mice came around the corner, I showed them to Danielle as she slipped off her shoe and gave it to me. I swatted at them and squished one of them.