Last night:

I was buying a house.
It was over on Paul or Anen.  On the outside of the curve.
But it wasn't that 2-story one.  It was a regular ranch-style house.
It was actually pretty small inside, like my actual house.
But it had the feature that there was a special room at the north end
of the basement--kind of a separate basement, really-- that went an
extra story down into the ground.

The 2-story basement room was not quite rectangular, either.
It was sort of bean shaped.
One wall was nearly covered with speakers, and the old owners
(who for the moment still lived there; the house would be mine later
in the dream but at first I was only looking) had a guitar collection in there, too.
The speakers would come with the house, and it appeared they were even
wired up, which would be a nice bonus.
I played a melody on one of the guitars, but it sounded way too good,
given that I don't know how to play a guitar.
I soon realized that I had started it playing the demo song,
which was mostly (but not entirely) drowning out whatever non-music
I had been playing.

The upstairs had some issues.  For one, the whole thing swayed back
and forth as you walked around, as if the rooms were hanging from the
roof and tied together with rope.  But I figured I could always nail
in some more beams if I wanted, and I liked the character of the
place, because it was weird, like me.

(While writing about the 2-story basment room I was reminded of a
dream from a few weeks ago where I was with Genya, looking at a
'house' reminiscent of a deep parking ramp, just off University Ave.
The downside was some of the deeper levels (which were only 'deep'
with respect to the southwest corner; even the deepest level had a
northeast window to the outside) had spiders and leaks, but the upside
was there were SO MANY FLOORS.  But I digress.)

Later I was living at this house, or at least one that appeared about
the same on the outside (it was small, rectangular, and painted white
and light blue).
But now it was on the north side of Kronke, between Big John (to the
west) and the Dyars (to the east).
Some other Hoofers lived nearby, too, past John's house.
But one of the houses in-between was somebody we didn't really know.

At one point I was working on some project involving boards and bolts
with another older man and I advised that we plug our drill into an
outlet in John's house because it was closer than my own house, even
though we were in my backyard.

And to end this dream, John asked for volunteers to come and help set
up something for some camping trip.  The set-up would involve digging
ditches, which got me excited, so I tried to get all my gear on so I
could join him.  But he didn't seem to be waiting for me.  And then I
got distracted by a vertical slab of ice next to a pool of water.
There was a reflection of a person in the ice, and a reflection of the
reflection in the water, but there was no person there to be reflected
in the first place.  I chalked it up to bad graphics.

Dreams; wrote down on back of shopping list.  Fill in later.
* Buying house with floppy upstairs
- 1.5 million years in the future, when everything's floaty islands

And less vividly
- One with Jewel in it.  We were working our way into some building.
- Visiting stores/warehouses looking for model plane or rocket parts?  With Genya?