Crazy Fucking Dreams...
Okay, so what is going on with my psyche?
This dream plays out like a movie - I'm the removed observer.
George Constanza from Seinfeld is dragging a running lawn mower across a snowy parking lot. He looks like he is a panic. I'm snickering at him (from my removed observer role) and then he crosses some sort of divide and it's spring and he's on a lush green golf course and it becomes apparent that he has to mow the whole damn thing with this tiny little lawn mower that he has just dragged through snow.
The owner of the golf course is sipping a martini with one of his minions and he has this very fake Russian-type accent and he starts harranguing George about making sure that no matter where he mows the course, he has to make sure that he's out of sight. The owner does not want to be disturbed by the sound of a lawn mower or the sight of George sweating.
"I miss the old maintenance man. Angel," he says. "He always cut the grass at night when nobody was here."
George becomes all blustery and self defensive.
"Well, he HAD to cut the grass at night," he complains. "He's a VAMPIRE! When do you EXPECT a guy who can't tolerate sunlight to mow the lawn?"
"Whatever," the owner waves this aside and goes back to his martini.
George starts mowing the grass and I don't know how he does this but he manages to run over some sort of water pipe attached to the air conditioning system and he tries in horror to shut everything off, but it's too late, gunky mucky water starts spraying right out of the vent above the owner's head.
That's when I wake up feeling very clumsy and guilty. What the hell? I haven't watched Seinfeld or Angel in months!
This dream plays out like a movie - I'm the removed observer.
George Constanza from Seinfeld is dragging a running lawn mower across a snowy parking lot. He looks like he is a panic. I'm snickering at him (from my removed observer role) and then he crosses some sort of divide and it's spring and he's on a lush green golf course and it becomes apparent that he has to mow the whole damn thing with this tiny little lawn mower that he has just dragged through snow.
The owner of the golf course is sipping a martini with one of his minions and he has this very fake Russian-type accent and he starts harranguing George about making sure that no matter where he mows the course, he has to make sure that he's out of sight. The owner does not want to be disturbed by the sound of a lawn mower or the sight of George sweating.
"I miss the old maintenance man. Angel," he says. "He always cut the grass at night when nobody was here."
George becomes all blustery and self defensive.
"Well, he HAD to cut the grass at night," he complains. "He's a VAMPIRE! When do you EXPECT a guy who can't tolerate sunlight to mow the lawn?"
"Whatever," the owner waves this aside and goes back to his martini.
George starts mowing the grass and I don't know how he does this but he manages to run over some sort of water pipe attached to the air conditioning system and he tries in horror to shut everything off, but it's too late, gunky mucky water starts spraying right out of the vent above the owner's head.
That's when I wake up feeling very clumsy and guilty. What the hell? I haven't watched Seinfeld or Angel in months!