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SWOOSH!

Sunday, January 3, 2016

In last night dream I was working out of town; not sure if it was the up-coming job in San Fransisco. I missed home to the point of walking off the job and headed to the airport to catch a flight home. The company I had been working for was footing the bill for my rental car,so I left the car on the job and decided to walk back to the airport.

During my walk through the city, I passed a parking lot. In the lot, was a single car painted a dark purple on very large rims. Oddly, the rims looked like they could also be used as music speakers. The back tires had wheelboots placed on them; the police place on cars for parking illegally or owed fines.

There was co-worker looking at the car from the side walk as I passed. This co-worker was someone from the dream, not anyone I know in this reality, yet.

Are those wheels also speakers?” I asked him.

Yes,” he replied, “The car is owned by a radio station that didn’t pay some fines and it’s been part there for some time.”

You want to see something cool?” he asked, “Follow me.”

I followed him to an old well kept brick building next to the parking lot. The building was on an intersection with large shaded trees surrounding the area. The side of the building ran parallel with the street I followed while the front entrance faced the street just before the inter section. The first floor sat about five feet of the ground and concrete steps leading to the entrance held several people standing on them. One of the people was a dark-haired woman standing at the top. I stood at the bottom of the steps and watched as a man in dark clothes walked pass me up to the steps toward the woman. In his hand, he carried a large case; possibly five feet long by two feet wide and one foot thick.

Once he got to the top next and by the woman, he opened the case. She pulled out a long black tube and lifted it onto her shoulders.

Is that an RPG?” I asked.

Yes.” said my co-worker who stood next t me, “Keep watching.”

Another man one step down from the woman plucked a small rocket out of the case and loaded it into the RPG. I looked out over the intersection at the traffic and other buildings running throughout the streets; surely she wasn’t going to fire the rocket, Just then I heard a loud “SWOOSH” and a trail of smoke exploded past me. I could see the rocket speeding toward the intersection, keeping only a few feet off the ground. There was a panel van that had gone through the intersection and had nearly made it out of my sight past a building when the rocket punched through the back of the van.

Just as the van disappeared out of sight, there was an ear-splitting explosion that sent pieces of the van in every direction. The debris became projectiles and ripped through cars, buildings and people. The devastation was too incredible for such a small rocket that I began to think the van must have been caring something to escalate the damage. I looked back at the woman and others up on the steps; they had all taken off running. I noticed something at my feet, and it was the RPG. The woman had tossed it down before running, and now I was the only one there to take the blame.

I took off running also but not actually paying attention to where I was going. After sometime I came to a stop and knew I had to call police to inform them what had happened and who had caused the devastation. I searched pockets but could not find my phone, it then dawned on me that I had left it back in the rental along with my plane ticket. I looked around for a payphone but saw none. I ran over to a nearby hotel and went inside. I asked the desk clerk to use their phone, but they said the hotel had none. I began to stop guests in the lobby and but none of them carried phones. I explained that I needed to call the police, but each one told me that I would have to use my phone or find an officer.

The only thing I could do was head back to the rental car and get my phone and airline ticket. I went outside and stopped under the awning. Night had fallen, and a hard cold rain was falling. I stepped out into the storm, and my feet became wet. I looked down to see my shoes were gone, and I only had a pair of socks on. My body became wet with chills, and I noticed my coat was gone. I had no other choice other than to run back to my car bare footed, wet and cold. I took off running awakening as I did.

 

3

To dream of clouds represents situations in your life which overshadow everything else. Noticeable or powerful distractions, delays, or disappointments. The number 3 in a dream may reflect chaos. There may be unpredictability in your life.-dreambible.com

Tuesday, April 28, 2015;Unconscious dreaming
I arrived at work sometime later in the day than my usual time. The sun shone out of a cloudless blue sky as I drove around the parking area several times but could not find an empty space. I called my boss to inform him of the problem I had while I continued to hunt for a spot. He told me I could drive over to one of our new offices at the south end of the yard and park in the driveway there. He stated that no one would be there today, and I did not have to worry about being towed.

I drove over to the building and found a small driveway in front and parked. I left my backpack in the trunk; it had been after lunch, and I would be coming back and leaving in just over three hours. Walking from the car to the office to check in took about five minutes. Within four minutes of my walk, something caught my eye to the northeast. I spotted a large cumulus cloud rising quickly in the distance. I could only see the top as one of the buildings was in the way; because of the speed at which it rose, my curiosity made me jog to get around the building.

In the clearing, I saw it was a mushroom cloud many miles away. What came to mind was a nuclear explosion, but I had not seen a flash or heard anything; however, the entire cloud was pure white. As I stood watching the cloud, people came to a stop and stared as well. Moments later, another white mushroom cloud rose a little farther north than the first one. Again, there had not been any flash or sound wave coming from either cloud, but I did begin to worry.

These clouds were not normal, and an eerie feeling began to overwhelm me. I turned and rushed back to my car. While I ran through the yard others began to panic also, even more when they saw me in a heated run. I made it to the building and turning the corner; I saw my car was gone. I rushed over to a guard shack a few yards down and asked if they had seen it. The guard informed me he had it towed because I had not had the decal for that area. I explained I had been given permission from my boss; he knew nothing about it.

I had to have my car, so there was no need to argue. I asked about its location and found to my relief, it did not go to a towing yard but a fenced in lot at the north end of the shipyard. Before I left, the guard informed me I would not be able to retrieve the car, all gates were in lock down. I could leave the yard but without the car. I left and rushed to the north end. I could do without the car if I had to, but I needed my backpack in order to make it home.

Along the way, I glanced over to where the last cloud had erupted to see yet another one blossoming up north of the second and just as white as the others. Guards were out in the streets directing workers away from the piers and to the mustering [emergency] areas. As I passed one of the guards, he shouted that I could go no farther in the yard and had to either report to my area or exit the facilities. I turned toward one of the buildings as if I were going inside. Instead, I ran around the back side and continued to the towing area; the three clouds continuing their rise into the heavens. Making it to the fence, I located the entrance. The gate had been chained locked, but I knew I could slip through.

Close by, another guard was directing people from the work areas; I ran over to him and explained I needed my car. He said that was impossible today especially with the emergency. I then asked if I could go inside to retrieve some things out of the trunk, I was denied. He ordered me to follow the crowd to our stations; I turned and rushed away. I went back to the chain locked fence, looking behind me to see the guard watching. I had no choice; I needed my supplies. I dashed under the chain and inside the lot, hearing the guard shout out after me. Once in, I ducked down hurrying between the cars hoping to stay out of sight and make it to the car before caught.

Every so often, I would have to stand and take a quick look for the car. I spotted the hoods of several white cars in different areas and headed to the closest one. I could hear the guard shouting for backup. I made it to the first white car— it was not mine. I slipped my head up again and found the next nearest one; that too was not mine. Third time was a charm and, staying on my knees, I popped the trunk. Reaching in, I pulled out my bag and tossed it on my back. I gathered some other things I may need and closed the trunk.

I could not risk being caught. I did not believe he would arrest me, but my bag may be confiscated. I made my way back toward the gate noticing a guard posted there, my only exit. I moved back among the cars and began making my way along the fence line in hopes of finding a way over or under. Somewhere along my search, I awoke.

The Last Laugh

It’s been a long couple of weeks. Due to several crane operators being out, several of us have had to take up the slack. Oh, and having some “$#@%” driver broadside my car and total it, I haven’t had a chance to work on anything new, so I’ve dipped into the dream journal archive.

Wednesday, June 6, 2011

In the dream, it was Friday, and I had gone to a company that I had worked for in the early 2000s: a fabrication shop and crane rental. With me was a friend, and we had heard the company was hiring. We had met the superintendent whom I had worked under and had not cared much for. My friend said we were applying for work, the superintendent said, “Sure, come back Monday morning to go to work.”

That following Monday the friend and I showed up. A co-worker greeted us and welcomed me back. He said that he and a crew were getting equipment together to head out to NASA on a job. I helped load up some trucks and there was a 1,000-gallon diesel tank on a trailer that had to be pulled along We did not have any trucks left in the yard, so I hooked the trailer up to my truck and pulled it in line behind the other equipment.

I began to wonder if I would be compensated in fuel for the use of my truck. I unhooked the trailer and pulled back into the parking lot. I walked into the shop in search of the superintendent to ask if they wanted me to use my truck. I approached the superintendent who saw me coming and placed his hands on his hips. When I stepped up to him, he spoke, “What are doing here?” he laughed sarcastically, “You think you work here or something?”

I thought about it and it dawned on me, when he had said to come back Monday, it may not have been directed at me but just my friend. It then became clear that I had forgotten I was working for my current company and did not need or want the job with this man but did want to brag about my current company.

“No,” I replied laughing back at him, “I was just dropping off my friend and was leaving when I remembered to tell him something.” I turned and walked out. As I passed the front of the office, I saw that the entire front was all glass. Inside was a small department where the owner of the company was selling boat motors. I thought they must not be doing so great if they had to sell boat motors to help their profits.

Toady

During this night, I had three separate dreams, all on the same subject. My subconscious is pushing hard to get a message across.

Saturday, December 6, 2014
First dream;
I was starring in a comedy that ran two seasons, surprised in the dream that it lasted one episode. The show was about construction workers, mainly crane operators. As a half-hour comedy, the show aired for two seasons.
One day between shots, a co-star approached me. “I heard this is the last episode— we’ve been canceled.”
I had been leaning against an engine prop of a crane and shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m not surprised. I didn’t even expect the show to go past its pilot. I never thought it was that funny to begin with so, I’ve been preparing myself for this since then.”
I could tell he was upset over the news. The break ended and we returned to the set.

Second dream;
I was asleep in the bed when my phone rang, I looked over at the clock to see—it was 2:00 am.
“Hello,” I answered groggily. I heard my co-worker’s voice from the the other end.
“Hey William, does Virginia have toads?”
“Toads? You mean like frogs?”
“Yeah. I’m looking for a toad,” he said.
“Who’s calling so early?” my wife asked.
“A co-worker,” I informed her. She shook her head and got out of bed heading to the bathroom. I continued the conversation with my co-worker.
“Why are you asking?”
“I want a toad for a pet. Where can I find one?” he asked.
I could not believe he had awakened me for this; he sounded sober.
“Around creeks, ponds and ditches,” I snapped.
“Great, thank you!” he said excitedly and hung up. I set the phone down and went back to sleep.

Third dream;
I was carrying a five-gallon aquarium across the yard. Inside, I set up a terrarium for a toad and five of its tadpoles. The water sloshed around and suddenly all the tadpoles were propelled out. They fell into the grass, and I set the tank down in hopes of finding them. After some delicate searching, I found each one and replaced it back into the tank.

Copied, pasted then edited from; dreammoods.com
Being on TV suggests that there is something I want to broadcast to the whole world to express myself, (my blog)
A co-worker in my dream (that is not my coworker in life), pertains to some psychological business that I need to work on. (opening up more)
To see and hear the telephone (my subconscious) signifies I need to listen to a message. My co-worker, in this case real, places my focus on the subject (the toad).
A “toad” suggests that I am hiding my true self and should be obligated to opening up more to my audience. The tadpoles mean that I have not reached my full potential, keeping them all in an aquarium avoids changes, repeating or just running in circles. “Five” represents my need to take a new path. Spilling the tadpoles, (freed) and finding the slippery critters, “Don’t let this opportunity slip through your hands.”
In a nutshell: the message is directed to the part of “expandurmind” my followers see of me, a general audience, cautious, kind of guy. To really make myself and my blog grow, I need to expose the psychological darker side of my dreams, out-of-body experiences and me.

Defense

To see a tank truck in your dream represents the need to defend yourself and stand up for your beliefs….not letting anything or anybody stand in your way toward your goals.
To see a weapon in your dream indicates a need to defend and protect yourself emotionally and/or physically.

The number thirty-two implies that you are emotionally numb.

3+2= 5
The number five represents the five human senses and thus may be telling you to be more “sensitive” and be more in tune to your senses. Alternatively, the number five may reflect a change in your path or that you need to alter your course. It is also the link between heaven and earth.

To see traffic in your dream indicates the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Sometimes you feel like you are just going with the flow. Things have become too routine.-dreammoods.com

Some crane terminology; “Take it to the house”- to travel a crane to its regular shut down spot and standby.

“Dog it down”- to park, secure and shut down the crane at the end of a shift.

Monday, November 11, 2013; unconscious dreaming
I was up in my crane on standby waiting for a truck coming down the pier that had to be loaded. The truck pulled a forty feet long chrome tank like a fuel carrier. A call came over the radio for me to make a lift off the ship and place it down by the truck. I dropped the crane hooks over the port side of the mast, my blind spot. Once rigged, I was given the order to pick up the load and set it next to the truck below. The load was a box about five feet square. Once I had set it next to the tanker, the top opened automatically, and I was directed to drop my hook inside.

The hooks had no sooner entered the box when I was signaled to pick them back up. As I lifted the hooks, the tanker part of the truck opened. Two doors, the length of the tanker swung up and over hanging to the side. Inside the tank is a cylinder in three sections; the length of the tanker held racks. When I pulled up my hooks from the box, there was a short, plump heavy looking gun at the end.

The gun resembled a large air impact gun, like the ones you would see in a mechanic’s shop removing and replacing the lugs on a tire, except this was one and a half times larger. I was directed by two men in the tanker next to the cylinder to swing the gun over and drop it down into one of the racks. Once this gun had been situated properly, I went back and pulled another out of the box. When a pair was in place, the cylinder would turn to the next pair of empty racks. I did this thirty two times until all racks were taken up.

When the racks were full, the top of the tanker closed. After the doors shut, the tanker’s length began to shrink. The forty foot oval shape changed over to a square with rounded corners, perhaps less than twenty feet long. A third change in the tanker, was the color which had faded into a translucent black. I could just see the guns in their racks and the rack slowly turning counter-clock wise.

As the cylinder slowly turned, the guns started to glow into a gold brightness. Watching all this take place, I saw the guns began popping in and out of existence in no specific order. I thought I had imagined things but when they vanished, I could see the empty racks. Each gun would disappear for only a second or two then reappear. The truck quickly backed off the pier and out of the yard. Just afterward, a call came over my radio.

“Take it to the house and dog-it down.”

After the crane was tied down and secured, I was directed to go over to an office building some miles away for a safety meeting. The next event I recall in the dream was being in a large room with about two dozen other people. These were co-workers who had also been on the pier during loading of the weapons. The room was part of an office building. It had no windows, chairs, or furnishings other than a small five-foot round stage that stood just under two feet tall.

A military general came across the room from a side door and walked onto the stage. He stopped in the middle and faced us all. He informed us, that anything we had seen from the pier out of the ordinary should be forgotten about. He then added that speaking of anything that was on the pier today could greatly affect the health of our families. After that he stepped from the stage and left by the same door he had entered. We all filed through the door just chatting as we would after any meeting. Outside, the parking area was about a block away and placed in an open field connected by a dirt road. Traffic leaving was going to stir up a thick cloud of dust. I rushed down the dirt road, wanting to get to my car as soon as possible.

Behind me, I heard two female voices. I turned and saw two girls in their twenties coming up on foot and passing me by. When I looked a head, I could no longer see them. Within seconds, a car came speeding over the road from the parking area, and as it passed, I saw the two women sitting inside. I stopped and watched them in wonder about how they could have gotten to their car so quickly. Just then another car sped by, it was a co-worker who had still been at the building when I had left. I continued to my car noticing a long line of cars from everyone who had been at the meeting. The dust became thick and clung to the sweat on me. What should have been a short walk seemed to stretch out endlessly next to the line of dozens or more cars. I never made it to the end before I woke.