Michael Lopez buys an excavator and becomes a crack shot slinging rocks, Sharon and I look at birdpoop

I had a potpourri mashup of characters in my dreams last night. 

I was living in a rural setting, with farmland adjacent to my property. My neighbor, Michael Lopez, and I were doing ranch type work. Well, my neighbor was. I was watching. 

He had just purchased an excavator and was doing all the fun stuff one does when they come into such power: moving rocks around, digging long trenches for no apparent reason and creating huge debris piles to burn. He was burning one long row of last years crops when I noticed that some of his older orchard trees were catching fire. 

This should have alarmed him, but he was too busy picking up rocks with the excavator and flinging them at other rocks. He was a natural, possessing the skill to hurl one rock directly at another so that he could crack a boulder right down the middle. He proudly showed me two boulders that he had split with the precision of a jeweler. 

In the kitchen of his farmhouse was Suzanne Reed, somehow married to him in this configuration. She was in the kitchen and going about her day doing housework of some kind. 

She was kind of vaguely aware that they were having a problem with birds in the kitchen and pointed out some bird poop on the floor. She wasn't too bothered by it, though, and left me to investigate it on my own. 

I saw Sharon from a hallway view, standing there wearing her summer attire, shorts and a tank top. I ran to her and gave her a hug, full of emotion from not having seen her in real life. In the dream it was just another day, and she looked at me strangely for the over-the-top greeting. 

We examined the bird poop together, and she commented about the fact that Suzanne appeared to not be a very conscientious housekeeper, due to the fact that there was an accumulation of poop from the top of the pantry door to the floor. This was apparently a long running situation, which hadn't ever been addressed. 

The time got on to where I was going to have to get to school. I was supposed to be at the local high school for some kind of continuing education. I was about 2 hours late and I contemplated having Sharon write me an "Andrew is late today because..." excuse, but it was an afterthought. I was already on my way to school. I was taking the "water route." 

To save time on my commute, I elected to jump in a lake. It was a large lake with a huge dam at one end. The current leading to the dam was moving rather rapidly, and I had to jump in and then try to direct myself toward some rocks before I got sucked into the spillway. I was able to maneuver quite easily, like a skydiver in freefall, and soon I collided with the rocks. 

The collision must have been pretty forceful because this is about where I woke up.