sure, I'd love to go for a swim in your bedroom

this one's short and foggy, but it seemed significant.

I was living in a big, super awesome house. The bedroom was upstairs and really open, if that makes sense. there was a lot of space, you know? It was a nice night out so I decided to move my bed out to the deck. Actually, I am only calling it a deck because I was able to roll my bed out to it. It was probably the roof.
I don't remember all the details, but I remember the feeling that I had in that space. It's hard to describe, I guess...it was...mine? peaceful? nonthreatening? hell, I don't know...I felt free to move around in my house without hesitation; and if we are to assume the house to be symbolic of something bigger, that freedom is not commonly encountered in my waking hours...
.it was good.

I woke up and found that there was about two feet of standing water on the floor (roof) and it was starting to soak my bed. I also realized that I had been completely bound in spider webs as I was sleeping. They were really thick and sticky so I couldn't move very well. Think big sticky mummy--but cuter. It was weird, because everything was all gauzy and I could hardly see, but I knew what was going on.

Surprisingly, I wasn't freaked out or anything; I just started tearing my way out of the spider webs. It was tough. The webs around my legs were the first to tear and once there was a good rip in the web I was able to peel the rest off.

.weird.