I have sheetrocking dreams. Man, those are tiring. You wake up really tired. And those framers in dreams, they're not very good framers. Awful. They don't provide backing and the angles are wrong. I can never find their boss. He's never there. I'm always thinking, damn, these guys are lousy, and if I could find their boss, I could get them back here to fix this, and this dream job would end. But every time I look around, he's never there; just more lousy framing about twelve feet off the floor. For a ten hour shift.
I wake up for naptime, believe me.
If a person has never sheetrocked, I don't think they're going to get those dreams. And I don't think they realize what a blessing that is.
Or other hard work dreams. Remember that heart-attack dream?
I'm glad we elevate the thread. Like flotsam. Or some of those sewer-isms. Floaters, or whatever they were.
You know MJ and I toured the Golden Gate Park Sewage Plant on our honeymoon, dontcha? I think I tole painted that for everyone.
I'm designing a waterproof soap box for showers. |
