Daniel

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.

Homeless

I stay pretty much a positive person, doing my best to look on the bright side of things. No matter how bad life can get, I’m sure there is someone near by who would gratefully trade places with me—whatever the situation is, it could always be worse. There are dreams that deeply depress me after I am awake, usually they are of other realities in which my life could have been totally different. I can usually deal with them, unless they involve my children or grandchildren.

These dreams I just would like to forget about because I know in all the realities out there, this may be another scenario I am living through. One thing to make clear, my father in this dream is not the father in my life here. I am blessed with a very loving father.

 

Wednesday, June 11, 2014, (an unconscious dream)

I had a very depressing dream to the point of wanting to forget it rather than write it down. I had my three children; Jonathan, Daniel and Marie who were 5, 4 and 3. We were homeless and living on the street. I had looked for work but there was none. In the dream, I arrived at my father’s apartment with my children. He answered the door and when he saw us, an irritated look appeared on his face. I explained my dilemma saying I had hoped we could stay with him until I had gotten work and a place to live. Since it was so late he allowed us to spend the night in his apartment. He made it clear that we had to be out by the time he got up in the morning and if anyone awoke him, we had to leave right then.

He did share his food that evening and went to bed after informing me we were not to awaken him. He closed the door to his room, which seemed to be made of thick steel. Because the apartment was only a one bedroom, I made beds on the living room floor, while Jonathan my oldest, helped his brother and sister get comfortable. The following morning I had to wake up the kids and leave. They were hungry, but I had been afraid my father would have awakened so we had to leave hungry.

We walked for some time, with my children upset because they were still tired and in need of a meal. As we passed a motel, an idea came to me. I took the kids behind the motel and came in through the rear door of the lobby. The motel had a free continental breakfast for its guests. Coming through the rear lobby door made it look as though we had stayed the night. We did not have any baths in sometime. What hurt me most was seeing my daughter filthy. Her long hair not brushed in sometime and her clothes were hand-me-downs from her brothers.

We all ate until full, and I had the kids stuff their pockets with what they could. This would provide some food for later. On the way out of the motel Daniel, my middle child, asked me if he could have a bath. It was heart breaking, but I had to explain we had nowhere to bathe. He asked if we could go back to his grandfather’s and use his shower. I knew what my father’s answer was going to be, but I had to ask for my children.We walked back to my father’s apartment, hoping he would at least allow us the use of his bathroom. I knocked lightly on the front door, but he never came. I tried the doorknob and found the door to be unlocked. I stepped inside and looked around. I had the kids come just inside the door and told them to be quiet. I tiptoed down the hall to his bedroom. The thick steel door was closed and locked, meaning he was in there but asleep. I would not even dare to awaken him knowing the results if I did. Our best bet was to come back in the morning when he was up.

I had to tell my children we would have to wait. Outside was dark, and I had to find a place for us to sleep. Marie held up her arms for me to carry her. I picked her up, and we left the apartment. Jonathan took Daniel’s hand, and they walked alongside me. Marie quickly fell asleep in my arms. I recalled a large stroller nearby someone had thrown out. If it was still there perhaps I could use it to put Marie in as a bed, but because it was late and dark by then the children were too tired to walk anymore.

Across the street from my father’s, apartment was a park. I led the boys into the thick grass and lay down. I kept Marie on my chest and had Jonathan and Daniel lie on each side of me. This way, they could use my shoulders as pillows. I wrapped my arms around them, and we all went to sleep in the grass. When I awoke, I was back here in my bed.