That's...odd...

[silverthorne]

Or something.

Anyhow, had this really weird dream, where-in I decided to acquire a new apartment. Not by the usual way of go in, check it out, sign papers and so forth, but simply found an apartment someone else had moved out of, made sure they were really gone, except for the furniture, and happily moved myself in. I felt uneasy about it, but okay at the same time.

And yeah, everything worked--electic and all that--so I was all set to go.

Well then, Dad shows up, and I'm showing off the place to him, but I'm terrified that he'll ask how I got the place, even though I'm chattering away about it with bold-faced confidence as I run him through the rooms. And of course, he does eventually ask, and I start giving him half answers and the like and trying to make it all seem just fine.

And then, the original tenents show up. O.o

And yeah, now I'm trying to explain to my dad that it really is my place, and at the same time trying to make it sound like the contract to get the old tenents out and me in is in the works but definitely going through, even as they're literally moving back in in the background (they were really nice about the whole thing, too, even though I'd 'stolen' their home).

It was...a mess. And disturbing for reasons I'm not quite sure I've pinpointed yet.

I'm pretty sure it was my brain working on something, but not sure what. Like, am I afraid I haven't earned something? Am I afraid I feel I did, but other people may not agree (and, more importantly, people whose opinion I give a flying flip about), am I afriad I'll fail? Is this a review of the times I had to be dishonest while living with the ex just to maintain a status quo that typically fell apart anyway?

Hmn.

Anyhow, all that aside, it was a really cool place. I'd like one like it.