I had a really happy dream the other night.

I was looking around Champaign for a new place to live, and I discovered that there was a house with an empty room just across the street from my current dorm. I went to check it out, and when I walked in the front door I was greeted by a dog and a sloth, both very friendly. The sloth tried to jump up on me affectionately, like dogs do, but it had those big long talons that sloths have, so I kind of grabbed its forearms and kept it at arm's distance.

As I was given a tour of the house, I saw that it was kind of a dump. But I could tell that people were cleaning up and preparing to renovate, and they invited me to help them when I moved in (I enjoy decorating and like activities). The house was a huge old Victorian with hardwood floors and beautiful architectural elements. They showed me the vacant room that I could stay in. It was enormous, with an entire 20' wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. The whole house was enormous. There were five floors, and all the rooms were as big as mine. There were about fifteen people living there, and as I walked through I could see them laughing and covorting and cooking vegan food in the kitchen. I wanted to live there so badly.

But then I woke up to my own room, with my zero floor space and my tv addicted roommate and my general discontentment.

I will get out of here ASAP.

posted at 4:38 PM by Alison

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