if WP were a hippie commune, what room do you live in?

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You mean there's a library?????!

Oh yeah, I forgot, there's a whole city of libraries underneath the commune house... it goes on forever. I'm in the fine arts library now . There are tiffany reading lamps and stained glass windows (even though it's underground, there is simulated sun and moonlight coming in the windows).

I'd spend most of my time in the garden planting cryptic symbol designs in compositae for awesome summer colors, bulbs for spring color. In the winter I'd be the guy who gets the sprinkler out and makes random abstract ice sculptures. Most of the time I want music going with my PA system blowing away SH's puny A55ED stereo.

That's hilarious!
I just put that in another thread a few minutes ago.

I would be in my own room with an unbreakable lock. In my room would be a bed, a computer with broadband internet, I-pod (of course) a tv with sky plus, and a PS2 with all great games there. I wouldn't be that hippie - ish because it's not my scene. The only thing that would be in their which would be hippie-ish is bags of marijuana stuffed in the closet.

In the bathroom (got distracted reading the old magazines).

Okay when I'm not making LSD in the basement I will make tie-dye shirts,
homemade sandles, scented candles, flower embroider clothes.


Hears other rooms we have:

Publishing room: anti-war, anti-bussiness signs, bumper stickers, fliers

Music production room:

Group shagging room:

non smoking Hemp products room:

Dance room:

I'm in the garden, teaching tai chi classes, and taking care of all our cats and dogs.

Occasionally I'll be in the music room fighting sociable_hermit for the remote to the stereo.

Can we have a game room?

I also like the publishing room, library, lava lamp room, tv room, music room, non-serious painting room, bubble blowing room, and psych out room.

RIGHT - THAT'S IT! I'm off down the local music store in a borrowed Routemaster to steal a Marshall stack and a flying V! Peace and love my arse!

Based on a recent dream I had, which just happened to be about a hippie commune, I'm in a first floor apartment in a block of 6 overlooking the commune. It overlooks a golf course, which the commune has encamped on. (This describes my old apartment, which in the dream I was back living in, and which overlooked the commune.)

I'm therefore in my own private space separate from the commune, and all the pot, hemp, Khat etc. but can see everything that's going on. The room has a trolley full of Bibles of different sizes, about 20 of them.

Typical aspie behavior. Doesn't know an invitation when it blows his stereo away. When you get it all tuned up I'll show you how to make it sound good.

In the attic with the squirrels maybe growing psyhedelic mushrooms and raising those frogs that you can lick.

Maybe in a treehouse out back or at least an old psychedelic Volkswagon bus out near the routemaster if CockneyRebel doesn't mind having neighbors. Or a yurt. I could be the commune's yurt-builder.

I would be in the back yard, living in the leafy green caves beneath the falls of an ancient weeping willow tree. It would be carpeted with that pretty soft moss and all the little hippie puppies and kittens could come and visit me.

I would be the mean old laandowner telling all of you to get off my property, you smelly hippies.

Chill out man. Peace.