Soon I would awaken and have to go out and really do all the yard stuff I had done to this point in the dream, already I was feeling less rested than I should. "What?" I heard myself asking. "Its Rudy McCuldborge, if you please," he said, rather getting an attitude and looking much recovered ,from the blow that had sent him sprawling across the garage floor. "I am the architect of the constructs here."
"Constructs, what is a construct? And where are you from?" That was when he began to get a little more vociferous in his responses. "We are from the old world, you call it, and we are the ones afore you, humans you say, HUGEuns we say, you are much larger than you need to be, to do the little you manage to accomplish. We have lived in your Garages, as you call them, since you ruined our homes in the forests of the old countries." He looked pretty upset about the forest issue, but I never even cut down a tree, unless it was already laying in a street or across a power line, or the like, so I don't think I was much of a marauder in his tree-less past. And I told him so, to no avail.
He huffed and began to complain about the treatment he was receiving, " Why am I in this bucket? And its a dirty place to be sure? And do you think I couldn't get outta here anytime I wanted to?" He began to get larger! I'm serious! He was getting taller and his clothes seemed to stretch right along with him. Until he was nearly as big as a large house cat, which put his head even with the top of the bucket, he seemed to get a little heavier too. Just one of the tricks they can perform as well as turning into very convincing cats, squirrels, and raccoons, they never turn into dogs as they consider them, both a natural enemy, and very undesirable as a partner, for other endeavors. Generally to ugly to get really attached to, and constantly noisy and of course the mans best friend thing sets the stage for a controversy, from the very beginning.