Saturday, April 7, 2018

riding mowers, dirty totes - tree blocking the landin pad

dream this morning:

i rode a riding lawnmower across town to a hardware store. someone had abandoned a chihuahua outside the store so i decided to take it home with me. the parking lot was being blocked off for some sort of event parking but i convinced the hillbilly to let me run in for 5 minutes, as i only needed to pick up some plastic totes.

once in the store, there was a garage area that was dark and full of junk. i passed through that with the dog and after a few minutes found they were out of clean totes, only had dirty, cobweb and mud covered ones. they were discounted so i bought them. as i got back to the garage area, i found another riding lawnmower, this one was all beat up, and it had boxes on it with old comics and other unrelated junk. the price included all these other items so i bought it also.

as i went outside they were arguing over my other mower, which was now a standard pushmower. i came out and diffused the situation, but i needed to figure out how to ride this old, rickety mower covered in boxes, along with my dirty totes and other push mower. as i was trying to discuss this with someone there, i got separated from both mowers somehow. i also knew i was going to be in hot water for bringing a bunch of junk home and a small dog. by now i realized i didn't know where the mowers were and i was starting to stress out when my wife woke me up.

after i fell back asleep, i had a dream that someone built a high rise building across the street from me, with a landing pad for aircraft on the roof. i looked out the window and a huge plane was trying to make a hard incline from about 50 feet from the ground, clipping some tree branches in the process. i called and complained. someone said they were going to have to cut the tree down because it was blocking these aircraft from landing. as i was on the phone a space shuttle did the same maneuver and clipped some branches before landing on the now empty roof pad. the rest of the dream was me fighting for keeping this old, tall tree with the city, who wanted to chop it down.












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