I had a dream this weekend that Joanna Young sold me her house. It was under construction with half finished rooms and much of the roof missing. Somehow I had bought the contraption house and was happily living in it while completing construction.

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Joanna came to visit and I showed her around, eventually leading her to the master bedroom. The room had a huge bed, a big screen TV and a tub with a seating area in front of it. We sat on the huge bed, me cross legged and grinning and Joanna prim and proper.

“I hate this bedroom, that’s why I sold the house, ” Joanna stated as she involuntarily shuddered.

“We fixed the door, see it’s level and smooth now,” I said beaming with pride, immune to her criticism.

For a few moments we both sat looking at the neon green door that looked like glowing slime, with two windows on either side painted the same color. Still grinning I looked around the room at dark blue walls and the red seating area in front of the tub.

In the light of day I was both mortified and tickled at the realization that I