Mental Renovations

I’ve been having this weird recurring dream lately of buying the house that I grew up in and gutting it and completely renovating it for no apparent reason.

And when I mean gutting it, I mean tearing down pretty much every interior wall even if they were load bearing and completely redesigning the interior. Plus I add a second sub-basement accessible only by a biometrically locked elevator.

Don’t ask me what I’ve put down there. I apparently don’t have clearance to remember that sort of stuff when I wake up. Fnord!

I’m going to blame my wife’s fetish with all the redesign shows on HGTV… but then again it could just be the Evil Genius of my subconscious mind designing it’s secret lair.

I wonder if I could moat the property and have sharks with frikken laser beams on their heads…

3 thoughts on “Mental Renovations

  1. That sounds breathtaking.

    Psychopath. Your house was perfect the way it was… expect for an absence of that biometrically sealed door to a sub-basement. Or was there??? Perhaps behind the old Atari PC?

  2. Heh. Yeah, but I kept thinking that I’d like to fiddle with things. Like put an island in the kitchen and turn the family room into a breakfast nook with hardwood floors. Fix/update the garage so as it wasn’t such a pain to get into. Then I got to thinking about soundproofing the unfinished part of the basement and turning it into a huge home theatre/family room. Then I figured that the bathroom off the master bedroom needed updating/expanding so I was going to expand it into the main room and then tear a hole in the closet that backed onto that front corner room that used to be my old room and use half of it for a walk in closet. Then I’d take the other half of that room and use it to expand the second bedroom in the front. Then I was going to stucco the whole house and turn those wooden pillars on the front porch into marble columns.

    As I said, just crazy weird renovations. It was all crazuly detailed in my head for some reason. It was really strange.

    (and if you’re wondering the biometrically sealed door was in the corner of the basement by the furnace)

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