Last night I dreamed about a basement in our house. I knew it was awful: dark, haunted, dangerous, frightening, full of broken windows and spiders. I went down there, flipped on the overheard florescent lights, noted it was dark night outside the windows, and said, "Yeah, its scary. Fuck it. I'm about to have a party up in here!" I was scared. But I was not planning to be defeated by a room in my own house. No.
What a strange dream. What could it mean? Our own house used to have a dark, spooky basement, and then with, as you said, good lighting, and plenty of enamel paint (white for the walls, red for the floor, flowered curtains) it became a cozy plumbing office--an industrious space, productive, comfortable.
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Val, you are one of the sweetest and most naturally good and untroubled people I've ever met. I know you will disagree. Don't bother. You won't change my mind on this point. Yeah, you have faults, yadda yadda. I stand by my truth.
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