We were staying the weekend at my friend’s grandparents house up in Vermont because we had planned to ski nearby at Bolton Valley on Saturday (real life).  I slept by myself in their basement which was finished off with carpet, some sweet wood paneling walls, and several beds for family who come to stay the night (still real life).  I was showing off the basement to people because I had actually built it myself (now in the dream part).  I was very proud of being able to finish off a basement by myself, especially for someone else like my friend’s grandparents.  I showed everyone how I repaired the ceiling, put up the sheet rock/wood paneling, carpeted the floor, installed the washer/dryer, and assembled all the beds.

Above all else I was proud of having the entire basement wired to the internet.  Each bed knew how well that person was sleeping by measuring how much movement they had throughout the night.  In turn, the bed would compensate their movement in order to give them a perfect night’s sleep.  All of this was tracked over time and each person had their own settings.  Very cool.  It also had wireless internet and other technological accessories.

As I slowly came to consciousness in the morning I remember feeling silly thinking that I had constructed this basement by myself when in fact I was actually on a pull-out futon with a unicorn blanket that didn’t have any high-tech sleep monitoring features, bummer (real life).