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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.

Mr. Paranoia

I’ve worked for a few companies in my life, some I miss and others I try to block out because they were a nightmare. One company in particular I worked for, stood in a category all its own. The owner of the company had only one emotion that made up his entire personality: paranoia. He micro-managed his company and the people under him for fear that someone would steal something from him. Here are two examples and I’m not exaggerating:

1) Cameras monitored every employee and every inch of his property inside and out. He would arrive two hours early and go over the video from the previous closing time to that morning. Once, a boy of about 12-14 years old rode a bike onto the property after hours, turned around and left. Mr. Paranoia had us come in to see if we knew the kid or had ever seen him before—no one did.

He then called police to file a report; he became angry when police told him no crime had been committed so they would not be wasting their time filing any reports. For several weeks after, he and family members (just as paranoid) came in at four-hour shifts overnight, in case the kid showed up again.

2) The most ridiculous one: he even monitored employee bathroom breaks. Restrooms in the company were kept locked; if you needed to go, you went to Mr. Paranoia and asked. He would then come out of his office and escort you to the supply closet. There he would pull out a roll of toilet paper, (that’s right, no toilet paper was kept in the bathroom for fear someone would steal it). He would then roll out two feet of paper, tear it off and hand it to you.

Then the two of you would step over to the bathroom door where he would unlock the door and look at his watch; you had ten minutes to do your business, anything more, and you were docked 15 minutes. Afterward, he inspected the bathroom to make sure you did not leave a mess. Then, you went back outside to a water hose where you could wash your hands if needed. Yep, no soap or towels were kept in the bathroom; you supplied your own.

The current company I work for by far is the best. Like any company, their ways here can get to you occasionally. When I do begin to get aggravated, dreams like the following one pop up to remind me, things could be far worse. So Mr. Paranoia and his company are usually the dream incentive to remind me of what I have.



Tuesday, February 10, 2015; unconscious dreaming

I was working with some local company— what I did, I don’t recall. I had a Ford 3500 dual wheeled pickup I used for work, don’t recall if it belonged to me or the company. However, the employer I was working for sent me out for some diesel fuel. I took two five-gallon cans and placed them in back of the truck. Down the street was the company that belonged to Mr. Paranoia, I recalled he had a 500-gallon fuel tank. I parked the truck a block away from his yard and walked the rest carrying the five-gallon cans.

His yard was empty of personnel and strangely the gates were left open. I walked on in and sat the cans down next to the fuel tank. I pumped both cans full, hung up the nozzle and picked the cans up. Leaving his yard, I cut through a wooded area between his shop and where I parked the truck. Just as I entered the woods I noticed to my right Mr. Paranoia driving by and looking over at his property. He happened to notice a figure, me, moving through the woods with the fuel cans, and he slowed to get a better look.

I knew he had yet to recognize me, so I turned onto a path to the left that took me deeper into the woods and away from the road. I glanced to my right to see him holding up traffic trying to get a good look at me, but I turned my back on him and continued on. He finally sped up and as soon as he was out of sight, I made for my truck. Once there I placed the cans in the back and took off. Since it was so close to lunch time, I went home.

At my house, I suddenly remembered that Mr. Paranoia had cameras all around his property and would be checking them when he got back to his office. I began to panic and realized that I had stolen fuel for no apparent reason. I could not understand why I had done such a thing. I hopped back in the truck and rushed off to Mr. Paranoia’s office.

I pulled into the driveway at the front door and went in.  A receptionist greeted me but looked at me suspiciously.

Hello,” I said, “I wanted to let you know that I stopped by here earlier and mistook this place for a gas station.”  I lied. “I took ten gallons in fuel and wanted to come in here and pay for it.”

That’s a lie,” she came back, “I saw you come up and take the fuel than sneak off into the woods with it. It’s also all on video.”

Look,” I pleaded, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it but I came back and want to pay for the fuel, I’ll even pay extra to make up for it.” I pulled a wade of cash out of my pocket and tried to hand it over.

I’m sorry,” she said unconcerned, “but I can’t accept that. When Mr. Paranoia gets in, he will go over the video and see that you intended to steal from him. It’s out of my hands and you will have to deal with him.”

I knew she was right, after all I knew the guy well, and he would be pressing charges. I walked out to my truck wondering if I should just wait or go ahead to the police department and turn myself in. I did not know what to do; more than anything my mind was boggled and confused as to why I had done this. I got in the truck and sat there contemplating my actions and the effects they would have on the rest of my life. During this time, I woke up.

A personal note; for those of you that have downloaded my app, I want to say thank you. Unfortunately, I will be discontinuing the app at the end of this month. My decision is based on usage and finances. After the time I have had the app running, there have not been enough downloads to justify the cost. This isn’t to say the app is costly; I just have to cut corners somewhere to keep my website and blog going. However, let me throw Como one; if you are in need of an app, Como has an easy format to work with. I’ve also contacted support for some answers and let me say, these people care about their product.

I’m hoping in the future I can bring it back, but it will only be if I come up with some financial support for expandurmind. Thanks again to those of you that have been using it and please continue to check out my site.

William

Obstinate

Tuesday, February 24, 2009; (Unconscious dream)

In this dream, I was working night shift pile driving on the foundation of a large building. After the last pile, I shut the crane and other equipment down. The morning sky was just starting to gray as I got into my truck to go home. While driving across the job, a man jumped in front of my truck, yelling stop. I hit the brakes, coming to a halt just before him. He slapped both hands on the truck’s hood and began laughing.

I blew the horn, but he stood there looking at me, still laughing. I backed the truck up and then went to drive around him, but he stepped in front of the truck again. Each time I turned to go around him, he blocks my truck. I threw the truck into park and stepped. Just so he would think I was someone of importance, I lied to him. I told him I was the Project Manager and wanted to know who he was, so I could put him off the job. He took off running.

I followed him in my truck to find out where he was going and what he was up to. The job site had some high sand piles along its perimeter. The man ran between two of the sand piles where there was a hole he jumped into. I came to a stop and got out of the truck. I walked over to the hole and was surprised at its size. The hole was no bigger than a foot wide. I wondered just how he could have gotten down in there. I was so mad I began kicking the side of one of the sand piles letting sand fill the hole. The man started choking and screaming.

I watched as he easily made his way out of the tiny hole. Once he was out, he faced me. I asked him what was his problem. He complained that I could have buried him alive. I told him that jumping out in front of moving vehicles was just as dangerous, and I wanted him off the job. He turned and ran off behind one of the sand piles. I left him alone and got back in my truck going home.