A Re-Ordering of the House

I've posted on here before that I was thinking of re-purposing my dining room. I bought my dining room set, a solid wood table with four chairs, back in 1998. In the 20 years I've owned it, I believe I have actually eaten at it five times. If I had a family, it probably would be different, but it seems like a waste of functional space for a single person. So I asked my sister if my nephew, who is job hunting and probably moving into his own place soon, would like to have it. If not, I'd already scoped out a charity to donate it to.

My sister and brother-in-law came to town yesterday to stay overnight and said my nephew wanted the set, so they left with it today. I was not thinking that it would be gone so soon, but I thought now was as good a time as any. I spent over three hours reconfiguring the house after they left. My idea was to take my drafting table from my home office and moving it to the dining room, then moving an adjustable height desk I bought this past week to my office.


Dining Room Before (sans table/chairs)


Home Office Before

As you can see, my drafting table was surrounded by comic book boxes, so it was almost non-functional, and access the comic books beneath it was difficult. After much cursing, fumbling, and bruising, here is the new configuration.


Dining Room After


Home Office After
The plan for the dining room will be to buy some stools to put around it, which can be put beneath it when not in use. There is also extra space for a possible side chair next to the window. And yeah, I need to update the art in the room, I think, but baby steps here. I have some new photos I want to blow up and put there.

As for the home office, it really opened up the room. The comic book boxes are a bit unsightly, but access to them is much better. And the adjustable-height desk was pricey, but it can be wheeled away from the comic boxes and lowered to be used for work. I plan to do a big purge of the comics for duplicates. Having a table that can hold the long box while I flip through it will definitely save my back. I also think I may repaint the room again to something a bit more subtle than the green.

I like the changes, but it's clear that they are works in progress, but things are moving in a better direction than before.

Dreaming of The Filling Dead

I had this dream on Sunday morning and took notes so I could post this later. I was in college and the theme centered around the possession of a specific item. It looks like around stress ball with a folded opening that would leak. It like a piece of ripe fruit, but it wasn't food. If you were the owner of this item, at some point the space you occupied, like a room, with fill up with the dead, zombie like figures that looked like people.

I was a member of the band, playing the guitar, and one of my bandmates was an owner of this item. It appears that there was more than one item, because others also had it. The dead would not attack you or try to eat you, they would just fill up the space you were in until you were overwhelmed and crushed. The dead looked like students with vacant eyes.

When they would appear, you had to get around them and into another room or out of the house. They did not chase you, just appeared and stumbled toward you, so outrunning them was possible. In the dream, there was an older man with them who would speak. He spoke in rhyming riddles with dramatic, preaching tones, each one ending with the indication of a timeframe, i.e. before the next dawn, or as the sun rises again. His proclamations suggested that we had to hurry to do something or this will keep happening.

I was not the owner of this item, but I do remember holding onto it at one point, which may have made me susceptible to being overcome. I was thinking of ways to avoid them, like running outdoors where they could not overwhelm me in a confined space.

I recall the situation playing out like a movie, where these beings would also appear outside, like they were coming towards the house or a school building. They would come up stairs, and with mass flow through a doorway, sometimes spilling onto the floor.

There was not a specific event that woke me, or snapped me awake on Sunday morning, other than heartburn from over-eating the night before.