stories

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.

Pipeline

There are things that irritate me; one of them is my memory of some dreams. For example, the following dream I had was very detailed and intense. I know there was far more but I can only recall the last couple of minutes. I’m even unable to recall what type of dream, so I will leave that blank.

Thursday, December 4, 2014; defining my dreams
What I did recall is a black-and-white dream, very rare for me because I always dream in color. Twin girls, brunettes, in the mid thirties maybe. Both identical with their thick frizzy hair, height of about 5′ 6” and around 140 pounds. The three of us were standing in a kitchen while clearing the table just after a meal. We were discussing all the planets and systems we had been visiting recently, which actually had occurred in the dream, one of many parts I do not recall. One of the girls said she was looking forward to visiting Jupiter.

“The pipeline will be opening anytime; we can go then,” said the other. “Will you be going with us?” she asked me.

“No,” I replied, “I have to get ready for work.”

Just then an empty wall on one side of the kitchen became transparent and formed an open portal. On the other side, which seemed to be pretty close, was the planet Jupiter. It was so close, I could only discern the planet because of its red storm. The two women stepped inside the portal on a ledge 4 feet wide. Clasping hands together, their bodies stretched outwardly floating in weightlessness. They continued holding hands as they slowly rotated in a counter-clockwise direction while their bodies gently drifted out into space. No space suits or any other special gear, just tennis shoes, blouses and jeans. I watched until they were only specks, slowly falling down into the gas giant. Just before they were completely out of my vision, the wall replaced the portal and I awoke.

Rush

After interpreting the following dream, I found it held a lot of positive meanings. I won’t go into all of them here for fear of ‘tooting my own horn’. The title of the dream is the meaning and what was taking place at the end. It kind of places a road block in front of the positive meanings until I can find a way to remove it.

Don’t worry, I will not leave you in the dark; that meaning is placed at the end of the dream.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

I was standing in a white room. The room seemed to be a perfect cube with about twelve-foot dimensions. It was totally empty; the only thing in the room was myself and a door. With nothing to see or do in the room, I went over to the door and pulled it open. Outside was a larger room in an octagon shape; each side of the octagon held a door in the middle. In the center of the room was a rail that circled an opening about 12 feet wide. In the center of the opening, a shaft possibly six inches in diameter ran upward to matching floors, and downward to more of the same octagon shaped floors.

I stepped out of the doorway onto the deck that ran around the room. The deck was about six feet wide which I crossed to the handrail. Looking down I saw an exact duplicate octagon room with the doors in each wall, another deck below that and so on. I could have been looking at hundreds if not thousands of stories that seem to have no end. I looked above me to see the same, another endless series of floors towering up out of my sight.

Across the floor I was on, the rail opened up with a narrow walk that connected to a disk that clung around the pole. The disk was definitely made to stand on while holding onto the pole. As I made my way across the room to the opening in the rail, I checked each room’s interior. All were the same 12 x12 cubes, empty and white.

I made my way to the opened rail and gently stepped onto the short walkway that connected to the disk. It held my weight and I quickly moved onto the disk and took the pole in both my hands. Immediately, the walkway pulled away and out of sight into the flooring. Once the walkway was gone, the disk began to move downward.

As the descent began it was slow enough that I did not feel the downward sensation, it did, however, pick up speed. I had passed several floors when I bent over to look below. In doing this, I took my right hand off while still holding on with my left. The disk came to a stop level with the floor of the room. As soon as it stopped, a walkway extended from the floor out to connect with the disk.

I took the walkway over to the floor that circled the room. I walked over to each door pushing it open to the same white empty room. Once I completed the checks I left the deck to walk back over to the disk. This time nothing happened as I stood there; I then realized that I was only holding on with one hand. I placed both hands around the shaft, and the walkway pulled back into the floor. The disk began its descent.

I allowed the drop to continue for at least a dozen or more floors but noticed upon passing each floor that the disk’s descent sped up. I released my right hand from the shaft. The disk came to an almost instant stop lining up with the floor. Once the walkway extended out, I stood on the disk momentarily contemplating the stop. I never felt the sudden deceleration. I pondered this briefly then walked over to the floor and took the tour around the deck finding the same rooms as all the others.

Back out on the disk, I held on with both hands and once again began my downward journey. I passed by dozens upon dozens of floors allowing the disk to build speed until the floors became a blur. I released a hand, and it came to an impossible stop without any effects on me. The walkway met the disk, and again; I explored this deck knowing I would and did find the same eight rooms.

Back on the disk I continued down. I wondered how it would be possible to go up, seeing how the disk had no controls. The shaft held none either, but then it struck me; the shaft was dropping also. All along the thought was that the disk moved along the shaft. If that were the case, then my hands should have been sliding across the surface.

Another thought came to me. Keeping both hands on the shaft I leaned over and looked down. Because there had been no sensation of dropping downward, the floors looked to be rushing up and past me. I also noticed that I felt no air current nor had my hair been blown wildly about. All of this could only mean one thing; I was not moving downward; the passageway with its thousands of floors, was moving up.

I released a hand from the pole and the rooms came to a stop. The walkway came out but I did not use it; there was no use —I already knew what I would find. I placed both hands on the pole and the rooms began moving upward. I continued standing there as their speed ever increased. The speed grew to the point that the floors could no longer be seen, but looked to be almost a solid wall around me. There had to be an end or at least a beginning to this place, so I rode it out until sometime during the trip, I awoke.