I am looking at an old house, thinking it would be a nice place to live. The house is beautiful but in disrepair. Wood siding, deep red paint. I walk up on the porch and look in the window and see that the house is empty. Not that it lacks furnishings, it is a void, a vacuum. At that moment an evil spirit says "You're dead" to which I reply "Yeah? Your sisters dead".
I guess I'm a sarcastic bastard even in my sleep.