Dream of: 06 August 2019  "The Art Of Buying Houses"

I am looking at a row of large, two-story houses, many of which have white pillars on the porches. The houses are facing one side of a verdant, park-like area which is about a block square and which is faced by similar houses on three sides. I am thinking about buying one of these houses and then reselling it for a profit. I think of buying a house for resale as a sort of art. It is necessary to determine the bottom dollar which the seller will accept for the house. Then the house has to be resold. This is a pleasing neighborhood. I probably would not erect a "For Sale" sign, but would find another way of selling the house.

My old friend Mike Walls (whom I first met around 1967 when I was in the ninth grade) is with me. Together we enter one of the houses, even though I know that I am not supposed to be in the house. We end up in a carpeted bedroom which contains nothing but a large mattress - over a foot thick - lying on the floor against a wall with dark covers piled on it.

Although I do not want to stay here long, Mike walks into a bathroom next to the bedroom and starts taking a shower. While I wait for him to finish, I lie down on the bed. Suddenly, the covers on the other side of the bed start moving, and fall off the side of the bed into the space between the mattress and the wall. Abruptly I realize that someone is under the covers, and that the person has fallen into the space. The person under the covers is not moving.

I know immediately that Mike and I must leave. I dash into the bathroom where Mike is and I pull back the shower door. Mike is completely naked. He does not see me, so I touch him on the chest to get his attention. He looks at me and I tell him that we gotta go.

I dash back into the bedroom, where I see that the person under the covers has stood up on the other side of the room close to the bed. The thin person is completely naked. I am unsure at first whether the person is a man or a woman, but then conclude that she is a woman. Although I do not distinctly see her features, she appears to be in her mid 20s.

She simply stands there and stares at me. Suddenly she begins moving sideways in a jerking, robotic manner across the room. I realize that something is wrong with her body and that she cannot move like a normal person. Apparently she can talk, because she spouts, "Oh my God!"

I try to talk to her and tell her that we are not going to hurt her. She stops moving. At this point, I do not know what to do, but I know that I definitely need to leave. This is not a good situation.

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