Plumbing Dreams

I had the weirdest dream the other day. In it, I was going around to people’s houses and offering different services. I’d knock on their door with a box of carpentry or plumbing supplies, and they’d invite me inside, even though they hadn’t called me.

“You’ve got some blocked drains? Brighton residents are getting sick of them, I’ll tell you that much,” I might have said. Other times I said things like, “Yeah, we’ve got rat problems too. Sneaky creatures. You did the right thing getting the professionals out.”

I seemed like a professional, but the thing was, I always used the wrong equipment for the job. If I was supposed to be working with wires, as an electrician, I would set mouse traps around the house and pronounce the work done. In one of the moments, I was told that the carpet needed to be replaced, so I pulled out my plumbing equipment and got ready to do some drain camera inspections. From Melbourne to Perth I travelled, doing these odd jobs with the wrong equipment. It was really strange.

The thing is, nobody complained about it, and they acted like using exterminator equipment to unclog a drain was perfectly reasonable. Maybe I need to stop watching so many weird Me Tube videos at three in the morning. The cheese I ate before bed may not have helped either.

Now that I think about it, I had a pretty weird dream the night before, as well. It was also about being a tradie, but in this one I was a plumber the whole time. I walked around town with a plunger, but I didn’t use it to fix toilets or drains. Whenever I saw a piece of trash on the ground, I would pick it up using the plunger, somehow. Maybe my brain is trying to tell me something. Should I become a plumber instead of car washer? I’m not sure I want to, but if I have another weird plumbing dream tonight I’ll have to seriously consider it.