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I had a dream that Alis invited me to come over to her place, although it wasn't really clear what kind of visit she envisioned. She apparently lived in dinkytown. Apparently for me to get there, it was convenient for me to first go through the old apartment that Caly and I used to live in. To my surprise, my key still worked, so I went in. Again to my surprise, Caly walked in, apparently showing a bunch of potential tenants the apartment, and also accompanied by the current tenant. I quickly said "Oh, hi! I was just leaving." and Caly helped cover for me by implying that I'd just shown the place to some people. By the way, My dream world couldn't be bothered to make Caly actually look like herself. She looked more like Riss, but I knew who it was supposed to be.
Then I arrived at Alis's place. Even though it was arrived at through dinkytown, it was actually a large, 3 story victorian brick farmhouse located on a Wisconsin farm. Alis greeted me cheerfully from her yard. She explained that she'd recently had a burglar problem. The burglars wouldn't leave her house, so she'd been forced to scare them out by using a technique she read about in an old book with advice on such situations. The book had explained a careful pattern of bricks that one should shoot out using a gun, strategically weakening the house until the burglars were forced to leave for fear that it would collapse on them. So Alis had done that with tremendously admirable precision. There were currently maybe 40 or 50 bricks missing from the third story corners of her house and as a result the house was leaning dangerously to one side.
She mentioned that the third story was not really inhabitable anymore as it listed terrifyingly. Upon closer inspection, I realized all the floors of the house were leaning dangerously and the place appeared to be near collapse. I expressed increasing alarm as I took in new details. Alis seemed only slightly nervous. We entered her kitchen to make a plan. I requested a piece of paper and a pen and sat down at her kitchen table, which also listed badly. I decided we needed to start there, by tightening up that table, and requested a large screwdriver. (You can't write down a plan to square up a wobbly house upon a wobbly table.) She handed me something that would be a little large for eyeglasses. I requested a larger one and she provided me with the largest one in the house, which was 10% larger. I frowned and said we needed to buy tools and began to draw up a list of all the tools she would need to stabilize her house and dining room table. I remembered some techniques Hans had taught me for such situations, involving hammering spikes into the yard with a sledge hammer, and then jacking the house around with cables and a come-along until it is square. Then you brace it in place with flying buttresses made from 2x4s.
Then I slowly began to wake up, but the plan was so interesting that I kept thinking about it until my alarm went off.
Then I arrived at Alis's place. Even though it was arrived at through dinkytown, it was actually a large, 3 story victorian brick farmhouse located on a Wisconsin farm. Alis greeted me cheerfully from her yard. She explained that she'd recently had a burglar problem. The burglars wouldn't leave her house, so she'd been forced to scare them out by using a technique she read about in an old book with advice on such situations. The book had explained a careful pattern of bricks that one should shoot out using a gun, strategically weakening the house until the burglars were forced to leave for fear that it would collapse on them. So Alis had done that with tremendously admirable precision. There were currently maybe 40 or 50 bricks missing from the third story corners of her house and as a result the house was leaning dangerously to one side.
She mentioned that the third story was not really inhabitable anymore as it listed terrifyingly. Upon closer inspection, I realized all the floors of the house were leaning dangerously and the place appeared to be near collapse. I expressed increasing alarm as I took in new details. Alis seemed only slightly nervous. We entered her kitchen to make a plan. I requested a piece of paper and a pen and sat down at her kitchen table, which also listed badly. I decided we needed to start there, by tightening up that table, and requested a large screwdriver. (You can't write down a plan to square up a wobbly house upon a wobbly table.) She handed me something that would be a little large for eyeglasses. I requested a larger one and she provided me with the largest one in the house, which was 10% larger. I frowned and said we needed to buy tools and began to draw up a list of all the tools she would need to stabilize her house and dining room table. I remembered some techniques Hans had taught me for such situations, involving hammering spikes into the yard with a sledge hammer, and then jacking the house around with cables and a come-along until it is square. Then you brace it in place with flying buttresses made from 2x4s.
Then I slowly began to wake up, but the plan was so interesting that I kept thinking about it until my alarm went off.