Apartment Hunting

I was walking around at an amusement park with Em.  We saw a roller coaster with tons of loops and two "open" ends of track that were at opposite ends of the coaster, but pointed towards one another.  Upon seeing it, I realized that I had heard on the news about another one just like it where people had died, but I don't think it was the one at this particular park.

We stood and watch the roller coaster train as it went through the loops and eventually off one end of the open track, flew upside down to the other end of the coaster and hooked right into the other open track and kept on going.  I thought to myself that there was no way that could be safe, and I told Em that it would only take a few numbskulls to make an effort to throw their weight to one side or the other while in mid air for the train to not make it across to the other side successfully.

After a bit, we wound up leaving and going to an apartment complex to see an apartment that's for sale.  We went into main hallway or lobby, which was also the primary stairwell area, and it was very busy with people all over the place.  It was raining, and the stairwells were open at the top, letting it the rain.  Going upstairs meant getting rained on.  There was a stairwell in each corner of the building, but we went up the one at the front-right of the building.

We started climbing the stairs to go to the top floor.  Each floor was a very wide hallway (20 or 30 feet wide) and almost felt like a parking garage with doors in concrete walls on either side.  As we got to the top floor, we realized that none of the apartments had numbers, so we weren't sure which one was the one we were there to see.

As we exited the stairwell and were looking for the apartment, we walked along the wall on our right.  As we passed, we noticed five or six people dumping loads and loads of laundry into chutes in the wall.

Finally Em figured out which apartment we were there to see and knocked on the door.  The current tenant threw the door open and yanked her in.  He reminded me of Adam from Mythbusters, only he was more squirrely and goofy.  I followed them into the apartment.

I quickly noticed that the apartment was tiny and dirty.  There was a small kitchen as you walked in, and the apartment went off to the right from there where there was a small living and dining area.  At the end of the dining area, the apartment made a right, and there was a small bedroom area off to the right that was open to the rest of the apartment.

We made the short walk through the apartment and wound up in the bedroom.  The bed, which was just a dirty little cot, was on the left, and on the right was an area that had short wall that was three or four feet high with an opening right in the middle.  The area was about six or eight feet wide, and about twelve feet long, and it was full of laundry.  There were chutes on the wall, and the people that were outside dumping in their laundry were dumping it right into this apartment!

The laundry was piled up four or five feet high, and at one point I noticed a white "wife beater" shirt in the pile that reminded me of a white, pasty fat and hairy male torso, kind of like Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force.  Suddenly it was no longer the shirt, but an actual torso laying in the middle of the laundry.

Then a thin, old, shirtless and shoeless man barged in through a door in the end of the bedroom with two dogs.  He reminded me of Rip Torn's character on Dodgeball or the trans-gender sergeant on Venture Bros.

One dog was a bulldog, and despite looking very happy and friendly, I was afraid it would bite my hand, so I made an effort to keep my hands away from it.  The other dog was on a leash, was green and brown in splotches, and only had one leg.  Somehow I knew that it may have been dead at one time.  The landlord was "walking" (hopping?) the green dog around in the apartment quickly chanting "take a dump take a dump take a dump" over and over to the dog.  The apartment tenant acted like this was normal.

Then my attention turned to the TV, which was back in the dining area.  A giant image of a dead woman from the 19th century came up, and she was partially covered in maggots.  It was supposed to be some sort of miracle (in the same sense as some surviving relic from the Virgin Mary or something) because she had been dead for so long, yet there was still stuff for the maggots to live off of.  I felt sick to my stomach, and I turned to Em and said, "That's it!" and grabbed her arm and we left.

On the way out, we realized that the apartment complex had "closed" and now there was no one around.  Doors to stairways and ways out were closed and locked.  We wandered around for a bit and found our way down to the second floor, but we couldn't get down to the first floor no matter what we tried.  At one point we looked over a balcony, and it reminded me of Super Mario 64 with big paintings on the walls and a fountain in the middle of the floor.  The dream ended before we got out.