Dream Journal #2

Two nights ago I had a dream about The Office. I have a love-hate relationship with this show. I hate it for its soul-crushing awfulness. I love it because everyone around me has loved it so long, and exposed me to it for so long, that it’s like a part of my life now. Stupid The Office.

Anyway, in this dream, I was painting the porch, and Andy sexually harassed me. It was, of course, terrible. However, I simply stopped doing whatever I’d been doing that had turned him on, and ignored him.

Jim and Pam were married and were in the process of buying a house. (No explanation was given as to what had happened with the old house.) They found this itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny piece of crap in a nearby town and began renovating it. One problem: the closet was haunted. Really, more like demon possessed, because monsters would actually come out of it to chase you sometimes.

Pam saw it the most. I think Jim believed, but he never seemed to be around when it happened. (Typical horror movie stuff, the woman was alone.) Everyone else in the town doubted it, except for a secret cult/organization a la Hot Fuzz. They wanted to get the house so they could use the closet to their own means.

Pam threw a bunch of gasoline and explosives into the closet, and she and Jim ran for the hills. The entire house exploded.