Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I am standing in front of a house with my best friend. We are just standing there, right in front of the door. After some time she turns to me and says, "Well - come on why aren't we going into your house?"
So, I'm somewhat puzzled.
It is not my apartment. It is a big old victorian-esque house with mountains behind it and grass surrounding it... the grass is bordered with trees/forest.

This should have been a no brainer dream sign, however, I... didn't... guh. Yeah, anyway.

I open the door and walk inside... It actually resembles my house, at least the inside, very well. I decided to explore - even my drum set was in the living room along with 14 typewriters strewn around... In fact, every room seemed to have typewriters. There was even an underwood 5 which I don't even own (but would really like to).

Er, anyhow... I went into my room with her and it was incredibly messy so we decided to clean it up. There was purple writing written all over the walls. I kept scrubbing it off and it kept reapparing worse than before.

I wast talking the whole time... I kept ranting on about police states and er, how a gangster mouse at my other mouse... I don't know. I kept going on about mice.

After a while we went outside and there were three girls standing around in the front. I introduced myself to all of them, the first two shook my hand and the third one stared me down menacingly.