| I've been having many many recurring dreams about the basement at my parents house. My bed is always down there either tucked in an alcove, or against the wall. These dreams are always cloaked in the red carpet that covers the basement
And then there are others where there is a sub-basement below it, everything is a concrete grey, and at times the furniture is just melted to the ground in a drab eerie state.
Another where I went down to the furnace room, tore away some drywall for no apparent reason beknownst to me and just find this whole other sector of the basement, again encrusted in this bright ash setting.
It's just so oddly vivid I can't really explain it. And I'm always craving to watch the Three Stooges, yet none of the shorts I watch even exist. |