Dream 013
I moved into a new pre-furnished house with all these strange electronics which did everything around the house. One of them just sat there and contemplated the meaning of life and spewed out random numbers and sayings every now and then. They'd all been created by the previous owner.
I had a fireplace in my room though, and my own, kind of nasty, bathroom. Everything was kind of pushed together and clumped in piles in each room.
There was also a serial killer on the loose in my new neighbourhood because someone kept leaving body parts at the one intersection. I kept having to call the cops because there would be an eye or a hand in the island at the intersection. (I've been watching too much Dexter lately, so this part makes complete sense)
Then my old professor just randomly walked into my house, acted all surprised that I was there and said that he'd been storing some of his most favorite, cherished books in the basement here for quite some time. The old owner had let him use the basement. So I followed him into the basement which was terribly tilted at an obscure angle. Then he showed me all his favorite books which were all labeled and dust free and organized beautifully on a shelf. Then he gave me a few of the books and made me promise to hide them from the serial killer. One was a music book that was the most beautifully designed book I've seen in quite some time. So elaborately detailed and beautiful. It was all about music and the 40's I think. hah.
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