This dream is one of three I had this same night. I do not mention the names of actual people in my dreams unless I get their permission, in which case I use the term John Doe for men and Jane Doe for women. In some very rare cases, John Doe has to be replaced by a more suitable name for the person. The title is the closest I can come up with for an ex-employer without getting too vulgar.
Wife: “Did you dream last night?”
Me: “Yes, it was a nightmare.” Shivering as I said it.
Wife: “Was it that bad?”
Me: “Yes. I’m not sure I want to talk about it.”
Wife: “Can you give me a hint?”
Me: “Dreamed I was back working for “A Sharp Little Pain.”
Wife: “That is a nightmarish dream. Pray that one doesn’t come true.”
Friday, January 13, 2012; (Unconscious dreaming)
I was working, once again, for “A Sharp Little Pain”, which means this dream was a nightmare. I was somewhere out in a large muddy pit. The air was frigid and I was damp from a previous rain. There were several others among the crew I was in and we were trying to load a tool trailer. We had been getting screamed and yelled at all day by, “A Sharp Little Pain” who as usual cared nothing for safety.
“A Sharp Little Pain” was now screaming at us to get the tools put away, but to his satisfaction. If the tool was not laid just right, he would scream for it to be brought out of the trailer and handed to the next man to place it correctly in the trailer. “A Sharp Little Pain” was even going to the point of screaming if our boots were not clean when stepping into the trailer, a task that was impossible due to the mud.
One of the men on the crew came up with the plan of having two men take their shoes off while in the trailer and the rest of us handing the tools to them. At that “A Sharp Little Pain” went furious and began jumping up and down in the mud which splashed over us.
“You don’t do the thinking here, I do!” he continued to shout and bounce. “No one is taking off their shoes unless I give the order!” he continued.
On the left side of the trailer stood, ‘A Sharp Big Pain’ who gave his son no feedback about how he was behaving. My mind boggled on how and when I had ended back up with these two. I was sure I needed the money but anything had to be better then this.
“Who got mud on the side of my trailer?” ‘A Sharp Little Pain’ screamed, stomping the ground.
“You did,” one of the men said. “You keep jumping up and down splashing in the mud,” he added.
“Are you f*king crazy?” ‘A Sharp Little Pain’ screamed as he came around from the side of the trailer to the man. ‘A Sharp Little Pain’ got nose to nose with the man who was much bigger then he was.
“You’re fired! You’re fired! Get your fat a** off my job!” The man looked at ‘A Sharp Little Pain’ then over to ‘A Sharp Big Pain’. ‘A Sharp Big Pain’ was larger then anyone else there and would protect his lunatic son. The man looked down and walked off the job.
“What are you people looking at?” he shouted as he went back into his hysterics. “Why isn’t this trailer loaded? Get to work!”
The next thing I recalled was driving home. I was miserable from the cold and mud and more so with the thought that I had to go back to work tomorrow. My phone was on the seat next to me and began to ring. I answered the call and it turned out to be from my present employer offering me a job but only if I could start the next day. I gratefully excepted. Arriving home, I saw ‘A Sharp Big Pain’ was in my house waiting on me for some unknown reason. Entering the kitchen, I found him scolding an employee, one who had been with us during the day. I watched as the crewman stood there daring not to speak for fear of being fired. My spirit was lifted knowing I no longer had to go through the belittling from him or his son.
‘A Sharp Big Pain’ had yet to realize I was standing in the kitchen with him. I raised my voice just as loud as I could and screamed, “Shut the f*k up!” ‘A Sharp Big Pain’ jumped at the shout and turned to me, speechless. I pointed to the front door and added in a scream that would overshadow any bellowing he or his son could put out.
“Get your fat a** out of my house! This is my house so don’t even respond, just get the f*k out!”
He closed his mouth and I led him to the front door. I held it open for him almost expecting him to hit me as he left. He did not even bother to look at me as he passed. I yelled a few more more expletives at him, informing him I would not be to work tomorrow. I then happily put everything I had into slamming the front door inches behind him. The slam woke me.
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