Dream which was part of a larger (and forgotten) dream. I was living at home with Mother and Richard, and Mother said she needed to borrow my checkbook. She needed me to write out a check so she could have some carpenter's sawhorses made that were elongated and painted red, white and blue. Richard was to do the work apparently and said he'd get to it in the next "three thousand hours" (this is what I said in the recording), but five minutes later he was asking for the money to make them.
So we go outside and the sawhorses are already there, painted, laying out on the driveway. I said "This is ridiculous, I'm not paying for this bullshit". Richard starts to get angry while Mother asks me "Why not?". I said "because none of us here are gymnasts, and secondly it's taking up space and thirdly, why don't we grind it all up into mulch and cover up that dirty-ass shit on the ground."
Note: The quotes are directly from the recording. Funny stuff, eh?
