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Apparently my subconscious has decided that it's time to invest in haunted real estate?
The segues are a little vague with this but there was something where I was helping out the sort of potter who makes Large Traditional Pots (not actually onggi, that would make sense with some of my other research recently) to get his stock up and displayable on a platform that came out from his workspace. This was in a little community of similar craftsmen-with-display decks, so there was some conversation with the neighbor, whose craft I have forgotten.
This little village of craftsmen was associated with a residential space of sorts which had a terrible hack job of internet which we were trying to debug (no segue I can recall), which is clearly my brain processing through the "why does my phone stop seeing the internet every afternoon this week" or something. In any case I eventually went fuckit to the tangle of wires and pointed out that we could, rather than zigzagging cables every which way, run things up the center of the building and work from there and the hug and spoke system turned out to be much more reliable, which shocked nobody.
Going up from here brought us to a meeting area which eventually turned into arena seating for a movie theater? It was very impressive. We were happy about it, though I'm not sure why, even if we had a Dedicated Media Room it does not need to seat two hundred. But back behind that was some more private space that included a bathroom furnished in creepy kitsch that included a coffin-shaped tin bathtub with steam sauna powers if you put the lid down and no I do not understand my brain at all.
That level of the place opened up onto a sort of amusement park food court in moderate disrepair, little booths with thatched roofs style. It included something that sold BrandnameForgotten Airs, which was a scent concession that apparently failed like forty years ago, have a cup of smell/taste. The cherry Airs had lost their potency since the place was decommissioned some time ago, and I was disappointed.
You can tell I started waking up around here because I started worrying about the commute from Weird Amusement Park House to church, and then I woke up.
The segues are a little vague with this but there was something where I was helping out the sort of potter who makes Large Traditional Pots (not actually onggi, that would make sense with some of my other research recently) to get his stock up and displayable on a platform that came out from his workspace. This was in a little community of similar craftsmen-with-display decks, so there was some conversation with the neighbor, whose craft I have forgotten.
This little village of craftsmen was associated with a residential space of sorts which had a terrible hack job of internet which we were trying to debug (no segue I can recall), which is clearly my brain processing through the "why does my phone stop seeing the internet every afternoon this week" or something. In any case I eventually went fuckit to the tangle of wires and pointed out that we could, rather than zigzagging cables every which way, run things up the center of the building and work from there and the hug and spoke system turned out to be much more reliable, which shocked nobody.
Going up from here brought us to a meeting area which eventually turned into arena seating for a movie theater? It was very impressive. We were happy about it, though I'm not sure why, even if we had a Dedicated Media Room it does not need to seat two hundred. But back behind that was some more private space that included a bathroom furnished in creepy kitsch that included a coffin-shaped tin bathtub with steam sauna powers if you put the lid down and no I do not understand my brain at all.
That level of the place opened up onto a sort of amusement park food court in moderate disrepair, little booths with thatched roofs style. It included something that sold BrandnameForgotten Airs, which was a scent concession that apparently failed like forty years ago, have a cup of smell/taste. The cherry Airs had lost their potency since the place was decommissioned some time ago, and I was disappointed.
You can tell I started waking up around here because I started worrying about the commute from Weird Amusement Park House to church, and then I woke up.
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