Stan and I were having to move into a new house. Again, I think we were renters like in similar dreams with this theme. We were sizing up the house and trying to figure out if it had enough windows for our plants (there are never enough windows for our plants). The house was very simple, similar to Grant Street with the corner window styles in the bedrooms, but I think it had more room. The weird part was that Bill was the landlord, so he seemed to be looking out for our best interests. I think this house was actually part of Bill's house...it was a flat and he lived on a different level. The house did seem to have enough windows, so Stan and I were going to take it. The kitchen had an ugly greenish-blue low-pile patterned carpet from late mid-century and was in the back of the house. There was a few steps down to it, which I liked. I told Bill that all homes should have levels, so I was pleased with this place. There was also something odd about the house, and it had a bump in the living room, which was like bumps they had in old cars where the gas tanks were. I frequently have dreams where the living room floor isn't level, there's usually a slope to it which makes vacuuming difficult. I have no idea why the sloping floor is a reoccurring theme. It's a very surreal image for a home. Our kitchen floor slopes, but that has more to do with bad construction planning when they incorporated the back porch into the interior, back in the middle of the last century. But it's a minor slope...the slopes in my dreams are usually more severe, often carpeted. The gas tank bulge is a new one.

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