I was moving into a new apartment with a friend from home (haven’t talked to in years but played hockey with growing up) located just outside of Boston. I had only seen pictures and read a description of the place. It sounded huge and state of the art and within my price range so I said yeah sure let’s do it. It ended up being the first floor and basement of a mansion located on a lake. Also it came fully furnished. It was really an unbelievable setup with multiple rooms for pool, darts, entertainment, sleeping, lounging, exercise, etc. Everything was made of high quality wood as well, rich mahogany as we referred to it in my dream. Then halfway through my dream my roommates changed (not officially but subtly to someone I rock climb with now). Moving out of my current place was easy due to my 100 item 30day life experiment. Except for my bed I was able to fit everything into one zipcar to drive it over to our new place.
The house was being rennovated from a rundown mansion and ours was the only floor that was finished, the rest of it was crumbling and falling apart, that’s why we got it so cheap. It was also on a lake and had a bit of a back yard which included a fire bit complete with a brick oven for pizzas. Absolutely incredible. Then there was this guy I met out on the street who also lived nearby. He put off a very “townie” vibe so he made me a bit uncomfortable. He wanted to come over but I forgot my key to the apartment. As luck would have it (or unfortunate fate) we got to my apartment and he had a key to our front door. Apparently this neighborhood has locks with universal keys. He said, “That’s just how things work around here.” I remember being kind of disturbed by this neighborhood norm and making a mental note to change the locks asap.
