This House Is Made Of Cardboard

As I stand in front of my house, I get this weird hankering to trot on down to the sales office to pickup a speeding ticket that never made it to my mailbox. #1, it's odd that there's a sales office and #2, it's odd that the cop just didn't give me the ticket when I was stopped. As I'm doing this, a convertible drives by with a bunch of blonde headed Richie Riches and Bitchie Riches. All were as blonde as can be, and whooping it up as if they were the Partridge Family on a sugar high.

On the way back home, I caught the self assured blonde guy in front of my house and he started to chat me up. He was talking about not having enough space in his house, that it was too small and that he was embarrassed to be in this neighborhood. I remember thinking he was a self righteous prick, but going with him to check out the digs. He took me the back way and into a room upstairs. It was large room that had brownish walls, ugly carpet and mosaic wallpaper that was shiny as if the colored pieces were made of gems. There was a small tv on a crappy stand, and a sofa/pullout about 20 feet away on the opposite wall. I mentioned that the room was huge and he said "It has to be...My sister and I share it. It's the largest room in the house." That creeped me out a bit but I didn't say anything. Of course I was wondering what he and his 18 year old sister were doing sharing a room and a tiny bed.

Before I could find out what was behind this setup, My wife woke me with a phone call... It was the AC people. Thank God...That dream was getting to be just a bit too creepy for me!