Dream Journal: Entry 4
Since we're back in this game, let's have another episode of dream journals. You never know, one of these might one day happen. I've had dreams like that, I just don't remember when. Deja Vu is real! Anyway, last night's dreams.
1. I was in the middle of a field. I can see some transmission lines not all that far away and some linemen are out there opening up some switches on them. Next thing I know, I'm right there with those guys and running as they open the switches. An arc forms and lasts forever. I wasn't looking where I was going and when I look back again, I'm in between some transmission lines with something hanging down that touches my cheek. I freak out, but this line appears to be dead. I'm in disbelief that it is hanging down to the point that I'm hunched over and able to touch the lines. Fade to black.
2. I'm in a weird house that has steps coming up from a parking area. Think something on a corner lot of a block and it's terraced from the street side area to the house. Anyway, lots of windows and radio equipment. Like, old tube style 2 way radio stuff. It's me, Gabbi and a friend of her's or something. A woman comes in holding something threatening. We are manning the radios, but I don't know what we are doing exactly. The threatening woman is walking around waving what I can only guess is a gun, but since this is a dream, it could be a banana, or a lizard, or something. Anyway. She looks like Cruela Deville for the moment. She turns her back to me and Gabbi. Gabbi sees a large pair of sheers, grabs them and tosses them to me. I open them up and hold the blade to this woman's neck and tell her it's time to leave. We walk out on the walk around porch and I push her to go down the stairs. She lays down and gets her legs up under some wood somehow. I keep pushing till she rolls down the stairs. I run in and lock the doors, and hit the button on my key chain to make sure my car is locked. It's our current Ford Explorer. When I look out the window again, Cruela is actually my mom. She's drunk and you can now see further out. Before it was a black wall after the car. I can see across the street and she's washing the windows on the place there. It's raining, so I think "that is a special kind of crazy." Keith Devaughn from here walks by looking at her squirrely. End
3. I've just walked into a building with a large room. Everything in it appears to be made of black marble, walls, tables, chairs, the whole nine yards. Dlain Taylor, one of our dispatchers at work, is sitting at table with a black computer in front of him. He's talking to some guys that are hanging around. I can't tell who they are, but they're lineman. So I've come into work the graveyard shift apparently, but I came in about 10. We're all talking and Jonathan Hartman walks in. I graduated high school with him and he's a lineman for North Fork Electric Coop in Sayre. So I think, wow, when did we consolidate with North Fork. I am thinking really hard about this, because I didn't realize it had happened.
And then the alarm goes off. Good times. Good times.
1. I was in the middle of a field. I can see some transmission lines not all that far away and some linemen are out there opening up some switches on them. Next thing I know, I'm right there with those guys and running as they open the switches. An arc forms and lasts forever. I wasn't looking where I was going and when I look back again, I'm in between some transmission lines with something hanging down that touches my cheek. I freak out, but this line appears to be dead. I'm in disbelief that it is hanging down to the point that I'm hunched over and able to touch the lines. Fade to black.
2. I'm in a weird house that has steps coming up from a parking area. Think something on a corner lot of a block and it's terraced from the street side area to the house. Anyway, lots of windows and radio equipment. Like, old tube style 2 way radio stuff. It's me, Gabbi and a friend of her's or something. A woman comes in holding something threatening. We are manning the radios, but I don't know what we are doing exactly. The threatening woman is walking around waving what I can only guess is a gun, but since this is a dream, it could be a banana, or a lizard, or something. Anyway. She looks like Cruela Deville for the moment. She turns her back to me and Gabbi. Gabbi sees a large pair of sheers, grabs them and tosses them to me. I open them up and hold the blade to this woman's neck and tell her it's time to leave. We walk out on the walk around porch and I push her to go down the stairs. She lays down and gets her legs up under some wood somehow. I keep pushing till she rolls down the stairs. I run in and lock the doors, and hit the button on my key chain to make sure my car is locked. It's our current Ford Explorer. When I look out the window again, Cruela is actually my mom. She's drunk and you can now see further out. Before it was a black wall after the car. I can see across the street and she's washing the windows on the place there. It's raining, so I think "that is a special kind of crazy." Keith Devaughn from here walks by looking at her squirrely. End
3. I've just walked into a building with a large room. Everything in it appears to be made of black marble, walls, tables, chairs, the whole nine yards. Dlain Taylor, one of our dispatchers at work, is sitting at table with a black computer in front of him. He's talking to some guys that are hanging around. I can't tell who they are, but they're lineman. So I've come into work the graveyard shift apparently, but I came in about 10. We're all talking and Jonathan Hartman walks in. I graduated high school with him and he's a lineman for North Fork Electric Coop in Sayre. So I think, wow, when did we consolidate with North Fork. I am thinking really hard about this, because I didn't realize it had happened.
And then the alarm goes off. Good times. Good times.
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