Crane

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.

Title 1

FYI, the title has nothing to do with the dream. I found out that another of my co-workers is a fan of my blog. On one conversation, he mentioned he was bummed to find that I was discontinuing the blogs app. Just recently while standing in the office one afternoon, I was telling him about my next post.

I’m nearly ready to post my next dream, but I’m having a problem coming up with a title,” I mentioned to him.

Why not just call it, Title 1, the next one can be, Title 2 then Title 3. I can assure you, you will never run out of titles.”

So, since he is a fan and bummed to see my app go, I’d like to give him this one.

Regarding the dream, to some of you that may be new to my blog, I’m an early bird and usually arrive to work about an hour before the scheduled time. This allows me to beat the traffic, get a good parking place and catch a nap. I can have some great dreams and OBEs while napping. Just to make sure I don’t oversleep, I keep my phone next to me and my nap alarm set.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

My wife and I pulled into a restaurant for dinner. It was one that we had never been to but wanted to check out; I don’t recall the name or any signs. We went inside and were seated in a lobby while we waited on our names to be called. There was a well-dressed Caucasian woman perhaps in her sixties, making her way down a set of stairs to our left. She had auburn hair, combed up. Large diamond earrings dangled down, and although it was nicely done, her makeup was on the heavy side.

We were also told by a woman who was the manager that we would have to remove our shoes before entering the dining area. My wife and I pulled off our shoes and stuck them under the chairs we were sitting in; as we waited, I looked around from my seat.

The place was well lit and large. Our chairs lined the rail that separated the dining area from the lobby. In front of us was the front of the restaurant, to the left was a dark carpeted set of stairs perhaps 8 feet wide, which may have had about 10 steps in all. The carpet had colorful shapes and patterns throughout. I can’t recall the colors but sure the border was yellow. The stairs were for customers leaving the dining room and to the right was the entrance that ramped up to the dining area.

There was another waiting room further to the right. This one seemed designed to keep children entertained as some arcade games were set up. Along the right of the wall was perhaps the smallest hydraulic crane I had ever seen. I got from my seat to go check it out when our names were called. We left the waiting area and were escorted to our table. I recall eating but not what we ate. After the meal, we got up and left by way of the stairs.

Outside, my feet became cold and wet; looking down, I realized I had left my shoes back in the restaurant. I opened the car door for my wife and told her I had forgotten something in the restaurant and would be right back. I did not want to tell her it was my shoes for fear of looking stupid. I went back in and over to our table. I looked around and under, but my shoes were nowhere to be seen. Then it hit me: we had taken them off in the waiting area, so I headed over there.

My path took me back around and down the stairs. Walking down I heard a tiny squeal. I looked to see a small child of about one and a half climbing the stairs on all fours and noticed I had stepped on her pinky finger. I snatched my foot up, and she continued to climb. At the top of the stars sat a woman I believed was her mother. I followed the child up and reported to the woman I had stepped on her child’s finger, but it did not seem to be broken or injured. The mother shrugged her shoulders and picked the child up in her arms.

I proceeded to the area where my wife and I had been sitting; there I found not only my shoes under our chairs but hers as well. By now, she should have been calling or have come back into the restaurant to find why I was taking so long. I was even more perplexed that she had not noticed her shoes missing but had gone outside in the cold barefoot as well. Once I got my shoes on and picked up hers, I stood and went to head out when I saw her coat on back of the chair.

How is she not freezing out in the car?” I asked myself. I tossed the cost over my arm and made for the door. Out of the right corner of my eye, the small crane in the next waiting area caught my attention. Being a crane operator, I had to check it out. I walked over to the room and coming up to the crane; I saw that the manager was in the operator’s seat. I watched as she swung the hook back and forth and hosted the cable up and down. I then took note that the crane was plastic and nothing more than some child’s ride, but a very good one.

My mind went back to my wife in the car, and I rushed out. At the car, I opened the back door and tossed the shoes to her. I dropped her coat on the back seat and saw a baby’s baby blanket fall out. It must have been under my wifes coat and I took it by mistake.

Where have you been?” my wife said harshly. I wanted to take the blanket back inside but wanted to leave even more, so I left the blanket in the seat and jumped in the driver’s seat. I backed out and proceeded through the parking lot. Just as I had started forward, a small four wheel drive truck came tearing around the bend. He circled around the back of the parking lot and came up behind me. I could see he wanted to get around me but there wasn’t enough room due to the parked cars on both sides of us.

About that time I heard a beeping noise.

What’s that?” asked my wife.

It’s the alarm on my phone,” I answered, “but that’s my nap alarm when I’m in the parking lot at work in the morning. It shouldn’t be going off now.”

Well, maybe you’re dreaming,” my wife said.

I’m not dreaming,” I told her. I continued through the parking lot as I reached in the back seat and grabbed my phone. As I held the phone, my early morning chime continued to play.

How do you know you’re not dreaming?” my wife asked.

Could I be in a dream?” I thought to myself and how had the phone gotten into the back seat; I’ve never done that. I tried to recall where I had been before the restaurant and drew a blank. I didn’t even know what city I was in. There was no recollection of anything before we pulled into the parking lot. I came to a stop at the lot’s exit, not knowing which way to turn. The phone continued to play, and things became somewhat out of focus.

I am dreaming,” I said and awoke in my car.

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.

Entangled

“To see or become entangled in power-lines represents your struggle for power or empowerment. You are experiencing an obstacle toward your goal.” -dreammoods.com

Saturday, December 13, 2014; Unconscious dreaming

I was on a job site on a clear blue day with my youngest son Daniel, who had recently picked up a job as a crane operator. It had been several years since he had been in a crane and he asked me to come out to give him a refresher course. When I arrived on the job, I saw that the crane was a 50 ton all-terrain Grove.
He informed me that the crane had just been delivered and was sitting in the spot where he would be operating it. Immediately I saw that the crane was under multiple high-power-lines.

“You can’t operate any crane that close to power-lines, not without a cage around the boom or the lines de-energized,” I told him.

“They have been de-energized, there’s no juice going through them at all,” he responded.

The superintendent approached and told Daniel he needed to come to his office and fill out some paperwork. While Daniel left to fill out his paperwork, I walked over and set up the crane. I wanted to get a feel for how it ran in case there were any glitches that I wanted Daniel to be aware of.

With the crane up on outriggers, I scoped out the boom a few feet and then boomed up. I swung the crane around but within a couple of degrees it seemed sluggish and came to a stop. I looked up and became terrified; I had allowed the boom to become entangled in the overhead power-lines. I quickly began manipulating the boom up and down, back and forth and anything else to release me from the lines.

The more I tried, the more entangled the tip of the boom became; eventually the lines became taut and began snapping from the pole. I shook my head and could not believe what I had done. I was a professional and had done something that most amateurs would never have gotten themselves into. I knew the damage would have to be repaired and decided to move the crane from the spot and at least clean the lines off the tip of the boom. I put in the outriggers and began moving the crane across the job away from the pole. Part way across I realized I had made yet another mistake: I had not scoped in the boom nor lowered it.

The crane was now top heavy and began to sway back and forth; before I could bring it to a stop, I had crossed into a deep rut in the ground to my right, and quickly the crane toppled to that side. In those same moments, thoughts of causing hundreds of thousands of dollars damage to the crane, power-lines and the site crossed my mind, not to mention destroying my career and my son’s chance to get a job. The collapse of the crane was what woke me.

Demise

Some of my dreams play out as a book or movie. They have a beginning, an end and a plot. These are more prevalent because I practice throughout the day to have them. In most dreams my character runs off on its own. In others I can be aware and intervene at anytime; however, I find it most enjoyable to sometimes just be the hitchhiker in the subconscious and follow the path of the story. The following dream is purely a mixture of my waking life. I read and listen to a lot of science fiction and for exercise I run, 10 or more miles every other day. This also includes being a crane operator which falls into the story.

The dream is a story line, my mind filtering through all my daily activities of work, exercise and relaxation. This is my mind’s way of creating imaginary worlds while I sleep. Kind of like Rolling Credits back on March 20, 2005.

 

Friday, November 14, 2014; Story line

I was a crane operator in a city that was crumbling into dust. Electricity was a rare commodity and saved strictly for survival and operation of equipment. The crane I operated was once part of a series of gantry cranes to unloaded ships coming through the river. These ships were all gone and so was the river. What remained was a vast trench a quarter mile wide and possibly a hundred feet deep. Only two cranes remained, and these were used to reach down into what was left of the river’s water source.

Only a mixture of muddy water ran through the trench. The cranes dropped a large sack, able to contain several cubic yards of water, into the foul mix. I remember holding the sack while it soaked up the water. While waiting, a crew and I worked on the crane. It was old and worn out, dust and dirt packed in its electrical parts and gears. I knew it would not be long before it was totally worthless.

Afterwards, I hoisted the sack up and over to a large tank where it was dumped. The tank filtered out the contaminates leaving good H2O for drinking and cooking. At the end of the day, I left and walked back into what was the center of town. What happened to the planet was that aliens had landed years before and released animals that had come from their world. I don’t recall why they had done this or if any of us actually knew.

In the dream, I never actually saw the animals or the aliens. However, we erected a large wall around the city to keep the animals out. I knew they were enormous and took in unbelievable amounts of water, both fresh and salt, draining the earth. They were also omnivores and had nearly consumed all the forests of the world. The earth animals other than man had long since perished.

The Sun was nearly down once I had made it to the center of town. Everyone was standing around, and a meeting was being held. Every so often, a name would be drawn in a lottery which had several significances. That person was evicted out of the city and into what was left of the wilderness. Because food was in such short demand, this kept the city’s population low and unfortunately fed the alien creatures on the outside, so they would not force their way inside.

This evening my name had been drawn, and I was immediately grabbed by members of the community and ushered to the gates of the city. I was violently shoved out the gates and thrown to the ground. By the time I jumped up and turned, the gates had been closed and locked. There was a small forest that surrounded the city and desert that surrounded the forest. The creatures that I was being fed to slept at night so my only hope was to make it through the forest and out into the desert before the daytime. Of course, I knew that if I did not get eaten the desert would eventually be my demise.

I began a slow jog and because of the moonlit night, I found a trail that ran through the woods. The moon lit up the path, but the woods on each side were a wall of blackness. I ran as hard as I could but as quietly as possible so as not to disturb any of the creatures. As the sun rose the next day, I found that I ‘d run several miles out into the desert. A few miles ahead were some low hills which I raced for; by midday I made it to the hills and began climbing.

My body was sticky from sweat, and I felt the dust and dirt in the creases of my skin. My climb was pretty sheer and took time. At one point, I heard a roar directly behind and below me. I turned and saw that a long extinct Tyrannosaurus was at the foot of the hill trying to get at me. Thankfully, I was well above his reach as he clawed at the side of the hill, snapping his great jaws in hopes of reaching me.

I was astonished that something like this existed. Although I had never seen a real-life Tyrannosaurus, I had seen their skeletal remains in museums and this one was no ordinary dinosaur, much larger than a Tyrannosaurus. I could not understand where it could have come from. Even with its great size, it was only one and would make a fine meal if several of the alien animals attacked it at once.

I then noticed hinges on each side of its jaw and its eyes seem to be made of glass. The more I inspected the Tyrannosaurus, the better the details, and I saw its limbs seemed to have been snapped into place. My mind raced—this was not a living creature but a giant replica like toy or robot. It continued to roar and clawed into the dirt of the hill. I figured my best bet was to continue climbing in case it drew the attention of the alien creatures.

I made it to a ledge and sat down to rest. While there I took a look at the expanse before me, from the forest to the city I had been expelled from. To the left of the city, I saw the cranes dropping their bags over the side of the trench into the muddy waters. I stood up and turned around, seeing the mouth of a cave; I walked slowly inside. Inside the mouth of the cave the floor was covered in toys, not just any toys, but only dolls and animals, thousands of them scattered about and piled on top of each other. I even noticed dinosaur toys, which included the version of the Tyrannosaurus that had approached me; happily this one was small enough to fit in your hand and lay unmoving like toys should.

Hi.” A small voice startled me. I looked up further into the cave and saw a small girl of about 10 to 12 years of age.

Hello,” I said, “are these your toys?”

Yes. I am going to bring them to life and have them kill all the alien creatures.”

I thought about the enormous toy Tyrannosaurus.

Did you make the dinosaur down at the bottom of the hill?” I asked her.

Yes, I made others but the alien creatures destroyed them because of their numbers. These I will make as big as the alien creatures and have them all attack at the same time.”

Still standing at the very back of the cave, she began waving her hands, as though she was swooshing something outside. I watched as hundreds of toys closest to the cave opening began to twitch and move. Dolls began to sit up and look around while the animal toys bolted up on all fours. As if they had suddenly become aware, they began their march outward. As the toys exited, their sizes began to grow 10 to 15 feet tall as they reached the edge of the ledge where they dropped over the side.

The dolls and toy animals did not have a chance to fall, for as soon as they stepped over the edge, they grew to enormous heights. They began to march toward the forest, every toy animal imaginable was in the mix, including dolls of all types: Barbie’s, Raggedy Ann’s, toy soldiers and every other doll I had ever seen.

Exiting the cave, the other toys came to life in sequence. So many covered the floor, after it seemed hundreds or even thousands had left, not a dent had been made in the number that remained, waiting their turn. Outside in the desert, there were so many and so packed due to their great size, they covered the land. I stood there and watched, between the toys coming to life and the ones that had already made it to the edge of the forest, and woke up soon after.

It’s all about Balance.

Although this is a short dream, the total breakdown and meanings were over two pages long. Simply put, the dream signifies balance and how I am nowhere near it in my life at present. I have too much work, not enough time, leisure and relaxation, which is not what I want but what I have to settle for. This dream reveals transformations of who I am and who I want to be. It’s all about balance.
The crane in the dream is a symbol of my occupation and bringing my work home; also, any lift a crane makes has to be balanced. My world is being made up of dualities and opposites, as in light and dark, heaven and hell, yin and yang, etc. Right now, it all seems to be broken.

Sunday, October 19, 2014; Unconscious dreaming

I was in my living room doing some writing when a noise came from outside the west window. After some time, the window began to rattle from the commotion of something getting closer. I laid down my writing material and walked to window and looked out. A large crawler crane, specifically a Manitowoc (a brand of crane) was moving from my backyard to the front. A crew of four men surrounded the crane as it traveled, two from behind and two up front holding onto tag-lines that were fastened to the crane’s load.

On the end of the hook, the crane carried two cylinders about 40 feet long and 10 feet in diameter. As the crane slowly traveled past my window, I noticed that the upper body of the crane was broken away from the car body. How the entire structure did not topple over and come crashing to the ground I could not understand. My gaze followed the crane and crew as they made their way to the front of my house. I left the living room and proceeded out through the front door to see where it was headed.

An area in the middle of the yard had been marked off, obviously the resting place for the crane and its load. I stepped onto the porch and wandered over to the area to watch the progress. Just as the crane was entering the area, I happened to notice a mother rabbit giving birth to the last of four kits. Fearing they would be crushed, I rushed over and scooped up the four kits still wet and bloody. To my surprise, they transformed into newly born kittens; they had to be moved. I rushed over to some out-of-the-way hedges and placed them deep inside the foliage. As I released them, they transformed back into kits.

I looked over to where the mother had been giving birth to them and saw she also had transformed into a cat. She was eager to get to her babies, but I stood in the way. I stepped back several feet giving her room. She quickly dashed in the direction in which I had laid the babies. On the last few feet, she leapt into the air transforming back into a rabbit. She landed on the edge of the bush and quickly darted underneath to her kits. I turned back to the work in progress and noticed that the crane was in place, the load landed and secured, and all the crew had gone.

Enantiodromia

Tuesday, October 11, 1994, the first time I encountered, “The Demon”. Since then I have had several experiences with him, all in other lucid dreams, this being the most recent. Although the dream is just over a year old, right around its year anniversary I made two discoveries; 1, Enantiodromia and 2, What or should I say, who “The Demon” is.

“Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is.” –Carl Jung

Tuesday, February 26, 2013; (Unconscious dreaming)

To avoid traffic, Murphy’s law, and for some chill-out time, I get to work rather early. On occasion I use the time to meditate or grab some shut-eye before work. At 6: 00 a.m. in the morning, my alarm woke me from my nap in the car. Looking in the rear-view mirror I noticed a co-worker’s truck parked behind me. We usually chat in the morning, but since he was not inside I figured he had an early call. I used the time to nap a few more minutes.

After I awoke, I thought, for the second time this morning I decided to get up and get my gear out of the trunk. Still seated in the car I looked around; it was still dark out, and my eyes seemed kind of blurry. Once I got things in focus I glanced into my rear-view mirror and noticed my coworker’s truck gone. It was odd that he had left the parking lot before work and hoped it was nothing bad. Out of my passenger window I saw an excavator. To the east of the excavator sat a pile driver.

These were things that had not been in the parking lot when I arrived. I looked around the rest of the parking lot and realized I was dreaming. Something in the rear-view mirror caught my attention, a was man coming towards me. He was just under six feet tall, white, and around 165 pounds. Although he had work clothes on, they were clean and pressed. His hair, mustache and a well trimmed beard were all black. His facial skin seemed pale and was heavily winkled like that of a strong smoker, but his face held a wide grin.

He was leaning over to his left as he headed toward the back of my car. In his hands, he was carrying a 250-pound headache ball. He held the ball by the hook, the hoisting cable connected to the end and I could trace it back to a crane one hundred feet or more behind him. His strength had to be incredible because the cable was being pulled off the drum of the crane. As he got closer to my car he looked into my rear-view mirror directly into my eyes. He bent down and I could feel something being attached to the rear of my car, I knew it had to be the headache ball.

I swung the door of my car open. Throwing my left leg out, I felt a tightening sensation around my waist and chest. My seat-belt, which I had taken off after I had parked now had me restrained. I reached over to the release button, but it would not let go. I felt the car jerk and heard the click of the ball attach to my car. I growled and forced my way out of the car, the seat-belt stretching out with me. It began wrapping around me trying to engulf my arms.

“This is just a dream!” I yelled out, ripping the seat-belt from the interior of the car. It fell to the ground.

I rushed to the back of my car, to see the man stand up. The headache ball was fastened to the hitch on my car. I reached down to unhook the ball. I struggled briefly with the cable and heard the roar of the cranes engine. Realizing the car would be snatched away at any moment I quickly stepped back. Like an animated cartoon, my car was snatched away and slung into the air by the crane s. It swooped through the air in a 180 degree swing and then embedded into an embankment, all in a blink of an eye.

I looked back at the man noticing that big grin on his face, it was then I knew who he was. This was the demon I had faced three or four times before. He turned to walk away, and I reached out and grabbed his arm. He tried to pull free, but I held fast to him. With my other hand, I grabbed the back of his shirt. We both began to struggle— him trying to break away, me not allowing him. We fell to the ground; I made sure of landing on top. I straddled his waist and pushed my left hand into his chest to hold him down. With my right hand free, I gave him two hard punches to the face, yet he kept his grin.

I swung down harder for a third punch to his face. Just as it was about to make contact he vanished leaving my hand busting through the pavement. I stood up looking at my hand. There was no pain or any sign of injury. I took a look around. My car which had been in the embankment was gone. The crane that had slung it there vanished before me. The other equipment faded away, then the parking lot, leaving me in darkness. I opened my eyes to find myself back in my car.

The first time I heard of Enantiodromia was just recently, near the end of February 2014. I could have gotten answers to all my questions on my demon years before had I placed more time in some dream research. However, better late than never. For the full article on my find and to learn more about Enantiodromia, click over to my website. I also have some new stuff you may be interested in.

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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.

Splinter

This is a short one and nowhere near as interesting as most I publish. For the past few weeks work has been from sun up to sun down and 7 days a week.

Friday, February 17, 2012; (Unconscious dreaming)
I was operating a crawler crane out in an empty lot. The lot was surrounded by buildings and my guess is I was helping to erect a new building on the spot of one recently demolished. While operating the
crane, I cut my index finger. How, I do not recall, but the cut was on the tip and in the shape of an “X”.

I ran another finger across it and found a tiny sliver of metal in the middle, but when I looked at the
finger I could not see anything in the cut. I had a magnifying glass next to me and looked through it at the cut where I could barely make out the tip of a tiny metal splinter. I had no way to get it out and
each time I flexed my finger, pain shot through my hand.

Unable to deal with the pain any longer, I went to a first aid center. I told the nurse who was helping me that it could not be seen without a magnifying glass. She took the finger in her hands and squeezed the tip, causing the tiny metal splinter to pop out. The nurse got up without a word and left. Looking down on the white counter top, I could just make out the tiniest sliver of metal lying there. I was thinking the nurse had gone to get some bandages so I waited until I awoke.

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