Not quite Kenny Pearson and the Lake Isabella property

Kenny Pearson was a jovial, though somewhat obtuse fat man who was a service writer at Yuba City Honda when I first started working there. In my dream, a fellow who resembled him, but was decidedly not him, had bought or inherited the property owned by Bill and Grace Helton in Lake Isabella. I'll still refer to him as Kenny, since he's the closest person I can think of that he reminded me of. 

I was there on the property for some reason and kind of looking around noting the changes that had been made. I believe I was somewhat responsible for the property, and perhaps Kenny was mainly responsible for the property next door, where Ed Campos, the neighbor, had lived. In the dream, Ed was Kenny's father, which was how he inherited it. 

The fire marshal was doing inspections and handing out fines for non-compliance, so the whole town was doing its best to keep things tidy and clean up any infractions to the code. Kenny invited me over to see the unit his father had lived in, which was now being rented out. 

Before we went inside, a giant crop duster came barreling though the field across from the front of our properties. He was flying so low that he wasn't doing a great job of actually clearing the tops of the corn stalks. The landing gear kept thumping the corn as he made his passes. The wheels actually hit dirt and crushed a few stalks into the ground. 

Well, at least it wasn't the fire marshal plane doing inspections. He was also flying around, doing aerial inspections and sending reports to the team on the ground handing out citations. I pointed out some ungrazed pasture grass that the mowers had missed on Kenny's property. It was about 4 feet tall, just begging for a citation. 

Kenny really wanted to show me the inside of the dwelling while the renter was out, so he unlocked it, and we went inside to look at the renovations he'd made. There was a stained wood trim alongside the windows, running along the ceiling and on top of a sort of useless room divider that looked like an out of place nook. It certainly spruced the place up, though it wasn't the be all and end all of renovations. I wasn't overly impressed, but I told him something nice to shut him up. 

That's about it. It was more of a location centered dream with little content apart from the idea that we really had to keep the fire marshal from ticketng us for the untidy properties.