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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.