Last night I dreamed I was moving into Red Zero. Lots of the old people were still living there, and there were lots of new people, too. Chief was moving into a new room, so I was taking his old one. It was supposed to be the same room that P. and Steph lived in (the second one), only it looked different in my dream, of course. Also, there were spiral stairs with a slide where the real stairs should have been. Alan lived there, too, but I didn't see him, I just knew he lived there. And Dave was there, but not really stoked that I was moving in. Scott was, of course, offering to help me move stuff in.
Even the yucky bathrooms put in a cameo appearance.
I was moving with my two cats, one of which was Gracie, who got stuck on the spiral stair-slide and earned us all a disapproving look from D.Mo, and the other was a Disco/Lyle combo that was fat and fluffy and confident and didn't even really need me to help her/him settle in.
But, the kicker is that, in my dream, I was also keeping my job in San Francisco, because that's how I do.
It made perfect dream-sense that I'd be a bi-coastal commuter, and spend my weekends tending the garden in the back of dream-land Red Zero and taking my turn in the kitchen on potluck night. I woke up wishing I could make that happen. Who knows? Maybe I'll figure it out.
Anyway. Dreams are boring if they aren't yours, so here's a picture of that one time that I moved back to Richmond:
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