The strangest thing about my grandmother's house

Is that it looks absolutely nothing like it looked when The Captain and I were there earlier. For instance, there is no third floor with dormer windows. There is no Spare Oom off my grandmother’s bedroom. The house is, though, Full Of Crap; so much so that one cannot maneuver onself around except in narrow pathways. Would that it were like that erstwhile house in my dream, though. What a glorious adventure it would be to have a house with secret rooms!

I could do without the spiders, though. Especially the ones that stole my glasses.

What do dreams of dust and spiders mean?

cenobyte is a writer, editor, blogger, and super genius from Saskatchewan, Canada.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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