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gridloreStrange dream from last night.
kshandra and I had come into possession of a building where we could live. From the outside it looked like a fairly large house, but on the inside it was like a large warehouse space. We already owned it, but as we moved in we made discoveries like the large professional kitchen and the fact that one entire wall was a huge video screen with concert-quality sound.
The odd thing was there were three ways to get into the place. A bank vault style door that looked like it could withstand a nearby nuclear burst, a rotted old door in the back that lead into a maze of passages that reminded me of the backstage area of a big theater, and a side door that was at the second floor level with a sort of pyramid of wooden steps leading up to it.
Obviously, we were throwing Halford's own housewarming. The last thing I remember in the dream was trying to lead some people up to the side door. But the steps got steeper and steeper, and when I opened the security screen door I was literally hanging on for life with just the tips of my shoes on the edge of step as I tried to get over to open the real door.
That's when our alarms went off.
kshandra and I had come into possession of a building where we could live. From the outside it looked like a fairly large house, but on the inside it was like a large warehouse space. We already owned it, but as we moved in we made discoveries like the large professional kitchen and the fact that one entire wall was a huge video screen with concert-quality sound. The odd thing was there were three ways to get into the place. A bank vault style door that looked like it could withstand a nearby nuclear burst, a rotted old door in the back that lead into a maze of passages that reminded me of the backstage area of a big theater, and a side door that was at the second floor level with a sort of pyramid of wooden steps leading up to it.
Obviously, we were throwing Halford's own housewarming. The last thing I remember in the dream was trying to lead some people up to the side door. But the steps got steeper and steeper, and when I opened the security screen door I was literally hanging on for life with just the tips of my shoes on the edge of step as I tried to get over to open the real door.
That's when our alarms went off.
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Date: 15 Nov 2016 02:58 (UTC)Doors of Perception
Date: 16 Nov 2016 12:19 (UTC)It sounds like the entrances were psych profile screens - differing people used different doors.
You picked the wrong door.
http://homepages.math.uic.edu/~kauffman/CrookedHouse.pdf
Robert Heinlein, “And He Built a Crooked House”
Re: Doors of Perception
Date: 16 Nov 2016 18:05 (UTC)