Yes dear readers, these are the types of dreams I actually have, not sure if these posts are a cry for help or future plots for a Pixar movie.
So my wife and I are living in this little house and the Landlord and his crew are next door torturing the poor guy that lives there. All you we can do is hear him screaming in pain. Gary is a property mogul, owns all the homes on the street, and doesn't like it when his property isn't taken care of!
Well our front door is off the hinges so I hold it up by the doorknob from inside while Gray and his crew hop down the sidewalk... yes, I wrote hop, Gary and his crew are fleas. Actually they're even smaller than fleas but for some reason I can see them.
So I'm holding up the door and, of course, the paneling on the house on the wall just falls for no reason. It's to far for me to hold both up so I go to get the wife for her to help but it's to late Gary has noticed! He is knocking on the door and I'm cowering in one of the bedrooms. Gary knocks again and the door falls in. I have to go over to him, get down so Gary can jump in the right ear and talk to me, all his buddies jump in the left ear.
Gary doesn't actually talk, he sings in a Frank Sinatra show tunes type of way that I can't describe. Meanwhile all his minions are shouting something that sounds like "gra" [rhymes with brah but starts with a g?] over and over again with a four count in their little high pitched voices.
So it's like "GRA!", one, two, three, four. "GRA!", one, two, three, four, "GRA!", one, two, three, four, "GRA!", Gary starts singing about having to pay for the door, "GRA!"...
I'm pleading to Gary that I don't think he should have to pay for the door eithe... "GRA" but Gary the place is old and we can't afford to... "GRA!" more of that singing from Gary.
This is what I deal with when I sleep people.
So Gary and crew hop out but leaves one minion behind to continue to torture me with his little voice until I get the door and property fixed with money I don't have. [As I type this out I realize this follows in line with something I once told my kids when they had a nightmare. When you're young monsters have sharp teeth and claws, when you get older monsters are dripping pipes and late fees] "GRA!", how am I going to get this door fixed, "GRA!", oh poor me, "GRA!", worry-worry-worry, "GRA!"
I wake up