I dreamed that I was home, in my living room. My oldest son was sitting on the couch reading. The television was on. There was an old black and white movie playing. I looked out the open front door. My younger son was sitting on the front porch, also reading. I noticed a blue bike sitting at the curb for garbage pickup. I thought "What the." I asked my son on the porch, and he didn't know how it got there. The bike is the first bike I owned. My wife gave to me early in our marriage so we both had Schwinn bicycles. Her red. Mine blue. It is decrepit and I have in the back yard as a sort of lawn ornament. I asked my oldest son about it. He didn't know either. I went out, and carried it to the back yard were I noticed that the corner bushes/trees had been removed. All the weeds had been cleared out. Then I noticed the branch pile in the other corner had been cleaned out too. It was a rectangular patch of dirt, void of branches and weeds. I figured one of my new neighbors did it or hired someone to do it, and I would be receiving a bill for the work. For a second, I was upset, but then I thought it did look nice. They probably moved the bike because it looked like garbage. So I started to carry the bike to where I kept it as an ornament, but my bike was still there. Perplexed, I looked at the bike I was holding and it had a rear wheel. I realized someone had parked their bike and removed the front wheel so it would not be stolen. I turned around and carried it back, and I could hear a kid saying "Where's my bike." I could see him crossing the street, carrying his wheel. I called to him I had it, and explained to him what happen. I went back in the house, to my clean and spacious living room and it was a dream. My living room is never this spacious and decluttered. Then I thought made someone really had cleaned the corners of my yard? I woke up and realized the chances were slim.
The living room was not the only clue this was a dream. My older son never sat on the couch, which is his couch from when he lived with me, and read a book. My DVD bookcases were missing. My mom was in the kitchen, and she has been dead since 1995. My youngest son, there are so many things wrong with that. He reads books, but he does not read books outside in the fresh air, let alone on my front porch that I do not have.
Those two bare corners were inspirational though. They were cleared without any sentiment for the existing bushes/trees or other plants. Also, the bushes lining the fence in the front were gone. That was appealing.
Don't visualize a nice front and back yard. I'm lucky that I have them, but I am dreadful with yard work. I would say Dreadful could Equal Lazy, but I'm always doing something else. Still, perhaps it is a goal for the summer?
18 Jul 2025, 3:38 pm
