on dreaming like a van halen song
Last night I had a dream that Jess (my roommate at the last house I had), John Krasinski, and I had a pent-house apartment at the Outer Banks. The Outer Banks resembled a more touristy ocean resort city than the actual Outer Banks though. We had a terrible bug problem which we realized was because we were asked to leave the inside walls of our apartment open (supposedly to make it look more spacious), well, and also as a sort of pressure-release in case of a high-tide so the island didn't flood.
Well, we didn't realize that so we closed it and our outside windows (of our pent-house apartment mind you) then resembled an aquarium because all we could see was ocean water and fish. I have this terrible realization that "oh shit, my car was parked outside. How am I going to get to work now?" We had to decide what's better: our happiness with not having bugs . . . or keeping the island from flooding during high-tide (which would be especially terrible during hurricane season).
Yup.
Well, we didn't realize that so we closed it and our outside windows (of our pent-house apartment mind you) then resembled an aquarium because all we could see was ocean water and fish. I have this terrible realization that "oh shit, my car was parked outside. How am I going to get to work now?" We had to decide what's better: our happiness with not having bugs . . . or keeping the island from flooding during high-tide (which would be especially terrible during hurricane season).
Yup.