Tring to mow the lawn in the middle of the night

I'm waking up in the NC house in the middle of the night because my dad is mowing the lawn. He's also watering it with a hose at the same time. He stops to take a break and I decide I might as well get up and mow instead of him. After I'm outside, my dad has turned into a college friend who is schizophrenic now in waking life. He's putting the hose - still running - through a tear in my screen onto my bed. I run in and shove the hose back out, very irritated by now.

I return to mowing, but keep getting interrupted by my friend who is coming out of the house with signed baseballs to play catch with. I have to repeatedly send him back in to get a non-signed baseball. I'm becoming very frustrated. A neighbor is also mowing his lawn; I tell him things have been really bad with my friend since he burned my money two weeks ago.

I notice my friend has left another mower running on the other side of the yard and walk over to turn it off. I walk by onions I planted a few years ago that are now gigantic. I see there's not much mowing left and just want to get done so I can weed around the onions. My mom comes out of the house and tells me I should stop because my friend is trying to sleep. I tell my mom my friend needs "an intervention", meaning he needs to see a psychiatrist. I demand it.

I return to mowing again and this time am interrupted by a neighbor who tells me I have to stop because a church down the street is having a yard sale. I start to tell her to have therm call me when it starts and I'll stop, but I'm almost done but decide to go talk to them myself. I approach a priest and politely explain the situation. He's a total jerk, saying three people live there and we should be able to find a better time to mow the lawn. I think about arguing with him, saying my parents are elderly and I work full time and volunteer, but just snottily ask what denomination the church is. I don't understand his answer, but a woman tells me it's "Vespers" as I storm off.

Back at the house, I examine a monopoly-like game I've been playing with my family and friend. In the game I can collect income and am examining how I can earn a lot of money so I can send my friend to a psychiatrist but I can't understand the writing on the card that tells me what my occupation is and how much I make.

My mom says since I've gotten little sleep, maybe I shouldn't go into work - she can write me a note. I think about telling her I don't need a note from her if I need to call in to work, but don't. I decide to go back to bed and stay home from work, then remember my bed has been soaked with the hose.