The alcove on the left side of the door has been partially cleaned out. The only stuff left up there is laundry related or just books. This Saturday I'm going to clean it out, put the bookcase in and fill up the bookcase. Later I'll figure out what to do with storing my bike in that area.
Search your feelings. You know it to be true.
Plus Bunsen and Beaker are a lot more fun than that duo who appear in the House of Mystery.
When I was conversing with the being it explained that it was a new kind of foocubus. For the uninitiated "foo" being "a term used for unimportant variables in programming when the programmer is too lazy to think of an actual name. The origin of such word is described in detail in RFC 3092". -cubus being the widely accepted suffix which is applicable to demons known to sexually haunt mortals. So it was a new kind of foocubus who has no control over its form. In the presence of anyone the being will suddenly become sexually desirous to the observer. Gender will be determined, eye, hair, skin color, body shape, size and other variables will meet the lustful criteria of the victim. In my situation I was talking to a barefoot girl about 5'6" with large breasts, dark hair, brown eyes, large breasts and really pale skin wearing something low cut.
Worst part about the dream was when some other random person came along, a random dreamer or my hateful subconscious, I watched it shift to a different form and I was left with a feeling of profound loss in the pit of my stomach. It did catch on and blithely said "You'll get over me."
For the rest of the dream I was a creepy assed stalker. In fact I made it into a game where I'd track down the foocubus and start approaching without being noticed until it reverted to another form.
