My Dream House

When I was growing up I always had a dream house. It wasn't like most people's dream houses. But why am I telling you that? Probably because I want you to think I was different. And I was. My dream house would have been two stories and had a pool. Then underneath the house there would be a normal good old basement. Underneath that there would be another basement filled with a television playing Leave It To Beaver. On the next ten to fifteen stories below that there would be more television, one per floor, each playing a different television show. Some of these shows would be happy like The Brady Bunch, some would be funny like Seinfeld, and then some would be sad although I can't really think of any sad television shows. But I've always thought that sadness was important to existing.

And there would be another basement under those with a mini-golf course.

It would be keep going underground all the way to the planet's core.