According to the experts, everyone dreams. If I do, I rarely remember them. This morning right before I woke up I had a really interesting dream and I remembered it. I was living on the first floor of an apartment building. I heard someone cutting grass behind the building. I looked out the window into a small courtyard and there I saw Morrissey cutting the grass with a small gas powered lawnmower.. The courtyard was very small and probably wouldn't take even five minutes to mow. Naturally I was shocked to see Our Moz out there mowing grass but even stranger this wasn't current day Morrissey, this was Morrissey from the Kill Uncle era.
Naturally I was extremely excited and puzzled to see Our Moz out there cutting grass. So I called to him, he waved and stopped by my window. I asked him how he was and why he was mowing the grass. He said he was fine and he thought the grass was too high so he took it upon himself to take care of it as it looked very unkempt to him. He also said he was now living in the building on the second floor. I said when he was done cutting could I get him a nice cold glass of iced tea. He contemplated for a second and said iced tea wasn't his favorite beverage but on such a steamy day, it would be acceptable. He said to come up to his apartment in about a half hour.
I had a pitcher of iced tea in my refrigerator but I was horrified when I realized I didn't have two glasses that I would feel comfortable serving such an icon as Morrissey. Fortunately there was a small store across from the apartment building. I quickly darted over to the store to find a couple of glasses. I just couldn't find anything that I felt would meet the stature of Morrissey. Finally I settled on two glass beer mugs. I ran back to my apartment, put ice in the mugs and filled them with iced tea. I walked upstairs and knocked on Morrissey's door. He yelled that the door was open and to let myself in. I walked in and could hear Our Moz in another room. Then I woke up! I never did get to share some iced tea with Morrissey. Aren't dreams strange?
Now back to reality. Our Moz was photographed recently visiting his Mom's childhood home in Dublin. Today happens to be Mother's Day here in the USA. It is kind of a bittersweet day for me also, as I lost my Mom last November. I hope Our Moz is doing well.
