Dreams of grass

Ethan dreams for the first time in days about something other than sex, women, and memories he can’t explain.

He dreams about grass and how fucking much he hates it. Specifically cutting it. He dreams he had an infernal lawnmower that could cut grass right to the dirt, and then salt the earth behind it so it could never grow again. A monstrous thing, built by dwarven craftsmen in the bowels of the earth. All to purge the surface world of stupid grass.

The revving of the mower was loud and powerful, a booming noise that echoed through the heavens and threaten to destr-

Stirring from his sleep, the sound turns out to not be a dream. Somebody is mowing the lawn and it’s really loud.