A Dream Involving Logistics

[camion]

I had a dream last night about someone living in a home in a secret room unknown to the owners. No threat, just someone trying to get by.

In a possibly lucid moment I began to wonder how one would accomplish this. What would one need to be able to live long term a secret place?

The space – A secret room Under the stairs. (Isn’t it always?)

A toilet – I assumed this into existence.

An entrance – I dreamt up an outside entrance on an alleyway and there is access to the home's interior.

Light – It just existed.

That’s about as far as I got while dreaming. So, What else would be necessary?

[tteettimes]

Think you have visited Chapel Hill once too often

[Indoor66]

Think you have visited Chapel Hill once too often

Actually, it visited him too often. That is not even a movie plot in today's Hollyweird.

[BigWayne]

What on earth did you have for dinner that brought that on?

[fidel]

I think you need an owl to communicate with others.

[Mtn.Devil.91.92.01.10.15]

I think you need an owl to communicate with others.

Ooh, or ravens!

/don't mean to belittle, I am jealous of lucid dreamers

[YmoBeThere]

I have space for a room under my stairs. I'd like to use it for storage. I need to reframe the staircase. I do have extra tile from when my house was built.

[camion]

What on earth did you have for dinner that brought that on?

Nacho platter and fried oysters. Gelato for dessert.

[Indoor66]

Nacho platter and fried oysters. Gelato for dessert.

Gelato will get you every time. I've also heard that Nachos and fried oysters are a dangerous combination. 😀😋😎

[budwom]

The dream had to be sponsored by UPS.

[weezie]

Nacho platter and fried oysters. Gelato for dessert.

BEER. You forgot the beer in your dreamland.

[OldPhiKap]

I have dreams about logistics and organization all the time. Must be work carryover.

[Jim3k]

Read Sue Grafton's "Y". The bedding seemed pretty uncomfortable, but what would you expect from a crawlspace?

[madscavenger]

Actually you wouldn't need any of those things. A good old fashioned Dissociative Identity Disorder, according to a note left by some guy claiming to live under the stairs though i can find no other evidence of such, would provide you with everything. By the way, did you ever have a baby sitter named Sybil? Always looking for proteges, she was.