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Last night I dreamed that I was in high school again, and my parents had just moved into an enormous new house. I was all alone at the new place, and hanging out in my bedroom, looking through a collection of Spiderman comic books. I heard a noise in the hallway, and so I walked out to see what was going on.

The hallway was all light blue, except for the floor, which was carpeted in beige, with a huge white staircase leading down to the ground floor. My Dad's study was down the hall, and suddenly, I realized that his computer chair was rolling down the hallway, without anyone in it. Then I realized that all the chairs in the house were moving around, and headed straight toward me. I screamed and ran into my bedroom, realizing that the place was haunted.

At this point, the dream genie appeared in front of me, and told me that I had to deposit another fifty cents to finish the rest of the dream, and I was out of cash, so I crawled out of bed, still feeling that I was living in my parents' "new" house. Don't you hate it when a dream follows you around all day long? I'm still trying to shake off the cobwebs.