We've been thinking about finding a new
apartment for a while, and one of my friends (currently a temporary
roommate) just found a really nice 3-bedroom that she's planning on sharing with two
lucky friends, so apartment hunting's been on my mind.
So in the dream, we're at a
barbeque / outdoor
banquet (lots of food and about 10 people), when one of our friends mentions that she's leaving the complex, and wants to give us first dibs on her really
sweet digs. So I walk over to her place to check it out. (Conveniently, the furniture is already gone.) It was a really nice three-bedroom, two bath (full baths) and then some. I stepped into the master bath, and found that they'd converted the garden-tub (which was made of wood) into a
jacuzzi by running garden hoses into the bottom.
Duct tape can do anything.
Despite this, I felt that this was THE
apartment. The ultimate
domicile, the end-all-be-all of
residences. So I went back to the party and asked how much it was.
$4,000 a month.
Then I woke up.
(For $4,000 a month, it had better come with two gorgeous blondes and an ever-flowing wetbar.)