I had this dream Sunday night:

I was at my parent's house and was looking up at the ceiling. IRL, my parents have normal 60s-era drywalled ceilings on the main level and the bathroom and bedroom in the basement, however in the rest of the basement it is either unfinished or there is one of those asbestos drop ceilings. IRL, I also just happened to notice the drop ceiling in the large basement room this time when we were visiting, in terms of it actually struck me and I gave it thought, as opposed to not having thought about it ever before: "hmm...they have one of those ugly asbestos tile drop ceilings in here and it's been here forever and I've never REALLY noticed it until now and naturally they never fixed it and kept it exactly as it was when they moved in in 1973." As an ironic side note, we bought our house in 1990 and the people who lived here before us also purchased this house in 1973 and pretty much kept it the same. There were asbestos drop ceiling tiles in the master bedroom (different kind than what is at my parents, but gross nonetheless) and that was the 2nd thing to go, the first being the dirty smoke-filled orange shag carpeting in that room. I remember looking at a lot of houses when we were in the market, and so many had those drop ceiling asbestos tiles. What is up with that? Yet I digress. Let's get back to the dream.

Anyway, I was looking up at the ceiling in either my former bedroom or the master bedroom and noticed it was covered with those awful drop ceiling asbestos tiles. Some of them were slightly shifted, so I could look up a space and see right up to the attic, which wasn't a dark shallow place at all (my parents have a small ranch-style brick house with a low-pitch roof typical of early 60s era ranch style houses like that), but a high-pitched roof that had large glass panneled areas that let in lots of light. Now this is rather hard to explain, but picture looking at the roof-line on a ranch house, and envision it as a mountain ridge. Now imagine that the mountain ridge is split in areas between rooms, like between two bedrooms there is a split, between the living room and my former bedroom there is a split, and between the living room and the garage there is another split, each forming a steep "canyon" or "gorge" several feet wide, and the sides of these "roof canyon" walls was comprised of tiled glass. That is what I saw when I looked up between the cracks in the drop ceiling. I also noticed that there was sort of a loft area that was accessible by steps from the main floor. I was outraged that my parents never opened up their attic to display these incredible windows. I was thinking how many plants they could have there, but instead, they're just hidden by a fake drop ceiling (probably to conserve heat...heh).

I kept thinking about that attic. I frequently have dreams that there's something funky going on with my parent's house, or that it is different in layout. I have this reoccurring dream that somewhere between their front door and my former bedroom, there is all-natural wood panneled den with doors leading not only outside, but also to the bedroom and to the hallways.

I had some odd dreams last night about buying mass quantities of candybars with other people in a strange basement vending area although I didn't want to, and something about being with a bunch of people including Tim, sitting in a theatre or restaurant or someplace, and a good-looking blond guy who starts giving Tim a b_o_ j_b. I'm afraid the other people would freakout, but no one seemed to notice except me.

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