This was my dream last night... anybody want to take a stab at psychoanalyzing it?
It was 6 a.m., and my manager came into my room to wake me up. She said, "You need to go cut the grass." I said, "It is 6 a.m.! It is too early to cut the grass." She looked at me like she didn't understand me at all. I turned to J.C. and said, "6:00 is too early to cut the grass, right?" He said, "Yeah. Definitely." My manager still looked completely puzzled as to why I was saying this. I then said, "Oh... I know why you don't get it. You're a happy morning person, so you've never been woken up by a neighbor mowing their grass. You don't realize how rude that is!" This seemed to make sense to her, so she just told me to cut the grass as soon as I could. I got up and looked out the window. I had a huge sloping yard with tiered gardens, fountains, vegetable gardens, etc. There was an amphitheater off behind the yard, and people were filing into the amphitheater for some sort of meeting. I had no idea what they were doing, but I surmised that it might be a homeowners association meeting. I started to get dressed but worried about people being able to see me through the windows. I asked J.C. to close the blinds for me, but he only closed two of the three. When I asked him to close the third, he said, "Oh they won't see you through that one." I was looking for something to wear through racks of clothing in the bedroom. I couldn't find what I wanted to wear, so I climbed up into a little attic-like loft above our bedroom. There was a rack full of baby life vests. I said, "Whoever lived here before us must have really been into baby water safety." I finished getting dressed and looked out the window again. Someone on a riding mower was cutting the grass. I was thrilled to get out of that job. Then, for some reason, I didn't have a car to get to work, so I decided to walk. The house was probably 10 miles from work. I decided as a short-cut, I would cut through a house. The house was unlocked, so I walked right in. It turned out they were having a 31 party, so I just pretended to be a party guest. Then it just so happened that the house belonged to somebody I knew in high school. She said, "Oh Ann! You should have rsvp'd so that I would know you were coming." I said, "Well, you didn't invite me. I was just cutting through your house on my way to work." She brought me into the living room where there were a bunch of other people from high school. I asked one of them to drive me to work.
That's about when I woke up. My first thought was, "Oh no! When we moved, I never told the kids who cut our grass that we moved. I'll have to tell the new owners to pay them!" Then I looked around and realized that I had not, in fact, moved. It was all just a dream... a very strange dream at that.
Anybody care to make heads or tails out of it? Feel free to leave a comment with your analysis.