see a truck in your dream suggests that you are overworked. You are
taking on too many tasks and are weighed down by all the
To be bullied in your dream signifies repressed rage. -Dreammoods.com
though my job is pretty much laid back I have been working a lot of
hours each week, seven days a week. This was the reason I had to place
things, including my blog on hold. With things winding down, it feels
good to be able to write and get my dreams back out to my readers. It
seems when you put in a lot of overtime you miss the time off; then
when you have the time off, you miss that extra overtime.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
dreamed I had been placed on the night shift here at work. I had a new
white F-150 pick up. I was coming into the parking lot at work and saw
that most of the places were full. Those that were empty had large cars
or trucks on each side that would have made it difficult to park
between, much less to get out.
I especially did not want my new truck
banged up by other car doors. I drove around some more and went to
passed the main gate. I was tempted to tell the guards that I needed the
truck up near my crane for some work we were doing but knew it would be
a lie and if caught I could get in trouble. I passed on by the gate and
noticed to the right of the main gate some construction going on.
had been shutdown for the night, and I thought that perhaps I could
park my truck on the site. There was a small dirt road that had been
laid through the job which I took. After a few yards, I came to pieces
of equipment; a bulldozer and I believe a grade. They had been parked on
each side of the road close enough so that I had to drive very slowly
between them in order not to hit either one.
As I passed them,
construction supplies had been placed along each side of the road, also
making it difficult to pass through. After a few more yards, I came out
in a clearing where the road circled tightly back on itself. I drove
around the circle and saw that there was no where to park. I continued
on going back the way I had just come, between the construction supplies
and the equipment.
as I was coming between the equipment, within a couple of feet of being
free from them, when a large truck came driving toward me. Instead of
stopping or pulling over so that I could get by, the truck drove right
up to my front end where we both had to stop. The truck looked to be an
F-600 and instead of dull wheels in the rear it had tandems. The truck
blasted its horn, and the driver stuck out her arm from the window and
was waving me back. I stuck my head out due to not having the room to
open the door. I yelled out,
“I’m trying to get out. Could you please back up and let me around?”
driver opened the door and stood up, leaning over the top. It was a
woman in her late twenties with long blond hair and a slim figure.
“I’m in a rush,” she yelled. “”Could you back up and let me through? I’m trying to find a parking place.”
She had the same idea I did, so I called to her, “There are no parking places in there; I just checked.”
“I’ve parked back there before so just, please back up and let me through,” she answered.
“It would be much better for you just to back up a few feet and let me go around,” I said.
don’t have time for this,” she said loudly, “I’m running late, just
back up and let me though.”
“Mam,” I called, trying to be polite, “it
would take me longer to back down this area in the dark then for you
just to back up a couple of feet.”
“Would you please stop being such a male chauvinist and back up!” she yelled.
looked behind me at the tight area and curves I would have to
“Lady,” I called looking back at her, “I am not going to back
up. It was hard enough just to go through here forward.”
woman got in her truck slamming the door. I pulled my head into mine
and put it in gear waiting for her to back up. Her truck jerked as she
tossed it in gear, her engine wound up. The four rear wheels dug into
the dirt spitting it into the air behind her. The moment I realized she
was coming forward her truck plowed into mine. I though only for a
second she had mistakenly placed the truck into drive, but she continued
to gun the truck forward.
Even with my brakes applied I was no match
for her large truck, and she easily pushed me back through the equipment
and construction supplies. My truck struck the equipment on each side,
and I tried my best to steer between everything.
I was having very
little success as I bounced from one side of the equipment and supplies
to the other. With each blow my truck took I was rocked hard in my
seat. Soon we were in the open, and she continued to push me across the
piece of ground that the road circled around. Once her truck reached the
center spot within the circle she stopped and jumped out.
never bothered looking my way but headed back down the dirt road toward
the main gate. I jumped out and took a good look at my truck. Although
there was not much light there I could see the deep impacts and gashes
made throughout my truck. I took off after her. Catching up to her, I
was furious and began yelling at the top of my lungs. At
this point, the language between the both of us became very explicit,
so I have changed most of the words for a general audience
“Are you some kind of nut case?” I yelled, “Look at what you did to my truck.”
“You did that,” she stated ever so calmly, “All you had to do was back up.”
“You had a shorter distance than I did. It was easier for you then me,” I continued to yell.
“You were just being a male bully. You’re supposed to give a lady the right of way.”
“Right of way—- you ever heard of common sense?” I screamed while keeping up.
“You have a bad attitude toward women,” she said. “It’s your fault for not being a gentleman.”
“You are a nutcase.” I said, stopping while she continued on. I pulled out my phone.
“I’m calling the cops,” I told her.
“Go ahead. They will just agree with me,” she called back without looking at me.
I began dialing the police, and in the process woke up.