Dream; Friday evening
Wow, been awhile since I've been here.
Stoped comming when I realised I wasn't writing much of anything interestng.
You may have noticed I'm back.
A few days ago I decided to start recording my dreams and so have been carying a small dream journal with me everywhere I go. Of course, as soon as I forget it is when I actually remember a dream. Then I remembered LJ. This is the sort of thing that (I think) LJ was made for.
So here goes.
I was working on a farm. Of sorts. My manager (the owner of the farm) was a hardworking domineering sort of guy. I think we had to defend the farm against raiders. But I don't really remember that part of the dream. I remember that there was fire truck. (or maybe it was a tractor, but it was deffinetly big and red), and he was showing me how to park it, just so, because it was a collectors item (I think because it was part train). It was beeing parked in what was effectively a hanger, behind some other train like thing. The hanger was mostly empty, except over on the left (when facing the direction one enters from) quarter (which had the two trucks/trains in it). There were a few other buildings on the farm. The climate was similar to that of the gulf islands, at least when they're sunny. One of the fairly flat ones.
Anyhow, late one afternoon, while the owner was off in town (which was in hills towards the south), getting eggs or somthing, I saw a tank pull in through the main gate (also towards the south, though gate is really a bit of a missnomer... it was more of a toll booth, as there were no walls) and the owners assistant was off fighting it with one of the only fighting vehicles on the farm (I don't remember if we had more, or if maybe I just didn't know where they were, how to operate them, or if they were to far away) and I really wanted to help him because I didn't think he was any match for the tank. Then I remembered the fire truck, and broke off toward it at a run. Along the way I realised I really didn't know what I would do with a fire truck against a tank, but then I figured that I could probably ram it and distract it long enough for the assistant to get in a good shot.
Once I got the tank out of the hanger (which was in the south west of the farm complex, with the main of the complex including a whole bunch of buildings including a house, an administration building, and I'm not sure what else, and the gate being a fair ways further to the south) and started heading over to the gate I saw that there was no tank, and I had misstaken some sort of utility vehicle (mail truck or somthing) from the town as a tank, and that there really was no danger.
I felt stupid as I put the fire truck (train) back in the hanger, and realised that the manager was going to be upset with me for taking it out, since he had specifically told me not to touch it. Just as I was almolst finished parking it (just perfect along the tracks that were in the hangar), the manager walked in, and I knew he was going to fire me that night (though he wasn't angry or anything, he just had one of those, 'this isn't going to work out' looks on his face). He let me finish putting away the truck, and then made some small talk before asking me what I was doing with the truck. I started to explain, but he wasn't really listening, and as I was finishing up he interupted (not terribly rudely) with that he thought that this would be a good time to let me know that he was going to let me go, and he handed me a slip of paper (from his right pants pocket), which was esentially a receipt that let me know that my job was over. I took it but loudly complained that it wasn't really my fault that I took the truck out because I was trying to save the farm, and anyone could have mistook the postal truck for a tank, as I'd never seen it before, but I new it was a lost battle and wound down. I was really upset, not so much because I'd lost my job (I wasn't really sure if I still wanted it anyways), but because he hadn't listened to me.
I told him that I knew he was going to fire me anyways, and he responeded that he was planing on sitting down with me (I assumed in the living room) and talking with me for a while before deciding.
The dream went on a little further past then, but I'm tired of writing it down... so I'm going to stop.
Stoped comming when I realised I wasn't writing much of anything interestng.
You may have noticed I'm back.
A few days ago I decided to start recording my dreams and so have been carying a small dream journal with me everywhere I go. Of course, as soon as I forget it is when I actually remember a dream. Then I remembered LJ. This is the sort of thing that (I think) LJ was made for.
So here goes.
I was working on a farm. Of sorts. My manager (the owner of the farm) was a hardworking domineering sort of guy. I think we had to defend the farm against raiders. But I don't really remember that part of the dream. I remember that there was fire truck. (or maybe it was a tractor, but it was deffinetly big and red), and he was showing me how to park it, just so, because it was a collectors item (I think because it was part train). It was beeing parked in what was effectively a hanger, behind some other train like thing. The hanger was mostly empty, except over on the left (when facing the direction one enters from) quarter (which had the two trucks/trains in it). There were a few other buildings on the farm. The climate was similar to that of the gulf islands, at least when they're sunny. One of the fairly flat ones.
Anyhow, late one afternoon, while the owner was off in town (which was in hills towards the south), getting eggs or somthing, I saw a tank pull in through the main gate (also towards the south, though gate is really a bit of a missnomer... it was more of a toll booth, as there were no walls) and the owners assistant was off fighting it with one of the only fighting vehicles on the farm (I don't remember if we had more, or if maybe I just didn't know where they were, how to operate them, or if they were to far away) and I really wanted to help him because I didn't think he was any match for the tank. Then I remembered the fire truck, and broke off toward it at a run. Along the way I realised I really didn't know what I would do with a fire truck against a tank, but then I figured that I could probably ram it and distract it long enough for the assistant to get in a good shot.
Once I got the tank out of the hanger (which was in the south west of the farm complex, with the main of the complex including a whole bunch of buildings including a house, an administration building, and I'm not sure what else, and the gate being a fair ways further to the south) and started heading over to the gate I saw that there was no tank, and I had misstaken some sort of utility vehicle (mail truck or somthing) from the town as a tank, and that there really was no danger.
I felt stupid as I put the fire truck (train) back in the hanger, and realised that the manager was going to be upset with me for taking it out, since he had specifically told me not to touch it. Just as I was almolst finished parking it (just perfect along the tracks that were in the hangar), the manager walked in, and I knew he was going to fire me that night (though he wasn't angry or anything, he just had one of those, 'this isn't going to work out' looks on his face). He let me finish putting away the truck, and then made some small talk before asking me what I was doing with the truck. I started to explain, but he wasn't really listening, and as I was finishing up he interupted (not terribly rudely) with that he thought that this would be a good time to let me know that he was going to let me go, and he handed me a slip of paper (from his right pants pocket), which was esentially a receipt that let me know that my job was over. I took it but loudly complained that it wasn't really my fault that I took the truck out because I was trying to save the farm, and anyone could have mistook the postal truck for a tank, as I'd never seen it before, but I new it was a lost battle and wound down. I was really upset, not so much because I'd lost my job (I wasn't really sure if I still wanted it anyways), but because he hadn't listened to me.
I told him that I knew he was going to fire me anyways, and he responeded that he was planing on sitting down with me (I assumed in the living room) and talking with me for a while before deciding.
The dream went on a little further past then, but I'm tired of writing it down... so I'm going to stop.