DanLog the ramblings of Daniel Pettit

Second dream tonight.

There was more of a beginning but I don’t remember know. So we’ll JIP it here.

I was told by our corporate office facilities director (Old Spaghetti Factory) to disconnect and ship a particular spa pump to him in Portland. [ the pump location was not in a real place nor is the fact that OSF has a spa pump anywhere or any such facility or equipment, but in the dream it all seemed quite normal other than I was curious as to why they wanted the pump as I had replaced it only a few years ago and it was working fine to my knowledge. ]  Once I disconnected the pump and then removed the innards from the housing I could see that there was quite a bit of corrosion and that I wouldn’t be able to reinstall it. It was one of those things that would work for years provided it wasn’t bothered but one you touched it would never work again.

So I have the rusty damp pump in a brown paper bag from Wrights Hardware. I now find myself in the side yard of a house. In the dream it was a familiar house to me [ not in reality though ] I enter the house through a sliding patio screen door. The house is my friends Steve & James’s I put the bag down on the kitchen table.

Then James is there with a woman and man that I didn’t know. They said they were attorneys working for OSF and asked if I had the pump. I said yes and they stated they wanted the pump. I asked why, and said that I was told to ship it to Portland. The woman was friendly enough and said something about it involving a legal case but didn give any particulars. I then asked her if she knew the history of the spa that the pump came out of. She didn’t or at least didn’t admit. I told her that that was the famous spa that OJ Simpson had used. [ that had some aura/legend to it though the dream provided no background or details. Maybe OJ used it as an alibi, or to try to wash off the blood? ]

Unlike the woman the male lawyer was not friendly and in fact was a bit cocky, rude and demanding. He made some demand of me and started to walk toward me. As he was within arms length I grabbed his outstretched arm [ as in his walking stride ] and proceeded to twist and flip him over and onto his back on the floor in some effortless martial arts maneuver. That put him in his place and shut him up.

I then looked into the paper bag with the pump. The pump was actually in a bag within a bag, though both bags were torn and tearing more. Both bags had also been stapled together. I began looking in the kitchen drawers for a ziplock bag as that would be the best to package the pump in to give to the nice attorney. I couldn’t find any and asked James where they kept them.

The dream now shifts gears and is actually a new and unrelated dream.

I find myself in an automobile driving I believe but I might be in the suicide seat. I am with someone else. We are driving along a coast road. Elevated some above sea level. with rolling hills rising up on the inland side after a small flat area with varying developments with a fair amount of oak trees. A house here or there, a park, a hotel and the like. There is very heavy traffic in both directions but extra heavy coming towards us. Ahead are numerous police officers parked, driving and standing in the highway directing traffic. The on coming traffic seems to be taking up all the lanes, there is a funeral procession traveling towards us and that is the source of the traffic and confusion as the police try to coordinate things. There are several different roads that seem to merge and divide at this point. I found that I made the best progress driving on the far left of the road. The wrong side of the road. Then I’d have to cut through merging opposing traffic to the correct side of the road. A police officer spots me and waves me through with no concern as to my having been driving on the wrong side of the highway. We are now making steady progress down the highway.

The dream shifts again and I find myself inside some sort of very large store. It is very organized but seems to be a store carrying commercial supplies, kind of like a Walmart for businesses or more like a functioning retail store with the entire content of a Grainger catalog displayed in an efficient German or Swedish manner. I was getting a European flavor to the the display colors and fonts more than anything else, well there were also quite a few European industrial products as well [ maybe I was thinking of my new German hand planer ] Any way it was quite cool being able to browse through all the new products. I then exited what was a department of cleaners and sorts to more of a convention floor area. Here was equipment and machinery with display booths and ongoing demonstrations [ like the Carnival of Products at the OC Fair, which yesterday Lauren killed a few hours by herself at ] There was a booth showcasing the entire Unger line of maintenance equipment as well as all the vacuuming machinery from Nilfisk-Advance. I continued through the room while trying not to get sucked in my a salesperson.

the dream faded away.

From what I remember starts out on a residential street outside some house, I think it is ours [ however it isn’t any house in reality ]. There is a young man say twenty years old that needs some assistance in repairing his car. This involves him hooking up some cable to his car to my car my old trusty Plymouth Volare. He isn’t jump starting it but using some other control/computer access cables to reprogram? his car. Like it needed something reset but his interface wasn’t working so he jerryrigged it so my interface would control his car. While he was doing this, Lauren was with us by the way, he was saying how you can reprogram the car to perform better. He was quite insistent that I should do it on my Volare as it had a lot of unused potential. I said I wasn’t interested, didn’t desire a hot rod nor want to put any undue stress on the engine. He finished with his car and then proceeded to reprogram my car insisting that I’ll like it and that he can always return it to normal. He accessed the reprogramming function by doing several things at once and or in a particular order- something like: parking lights on, transmission in neutral, gas pedal on the floor and three quick taps on the brake. This changed my normal looking dashboard into an LCD display that scrolled through hundreds of car/engine type setting combos. He finally picked one, the engine was suddenly reving very highly, but in an undulating fashion, without any input on the gas pedal. He set a few other things and the car seemed to have a life of its own as it continued to rev up and down the car seemed to lurch as if on a starting line anxious to leap into action, all the while standing still. Lauren was in the drivers seat and suddenly took off down the street with my “new” machine. The young man seemed pleased with himself as we watched Lauren race down the street, still with that ready to be unleashed tigerlike reving and lurching regards of the cars forward velocity.

Lauren disappeared around a corner and then came back, it seemed that she was not able to control the car as it just keep going in that jerky yet smooth motion all the time rev, rev, reving. She now was driving through the halls of the house, then out side, upstairs every where, but would not or could not stop. I had been running along trying to get her to turn it off, but again she either was ignoring me or couldn’t comply.

I ‘m now yelling at our weekend warrior mechanic about what he did and how do we stop it.

So on my way to Bruce & Laura’s birthday party I spot this Chevy with a Mary Kay and a Playboy rabbit head stickers. Just struck me as an odd combo. Not as odd as if they had been on a pink Cadillac though.

So I stopped by Second Spin to see what their policy was on buying DVDs as I really need to move my $2 and under collection and maybe just end my misguided foray into e-tailing altogether. Anyway as I walk by the Wicked Chamber on the way to Second Spin I was mildly surprised by my bashfulness as I got a gander of their mannequins. Talk about not having any game or should I cut myself some slack? These aren’t exactly Macy’s mannequins, now are they?? 

I arrive at a lakefront house with several other people I’m friends with, we are going to stay the week at this mansion that someone is letting us use. As we pull into the driveway I see an beaten old pickup truck like a farmer would have in Iowa that his daddy bought new in 1938.

The sight of that truck starts a flashback:

(as if my dream was a sequel to a movie and we are going back to the first movie) anyway the flashback has four people sitting at a picnic table about to eat some slices of pie(s) the pie(s) were provided by the man that owns the pickup truck, he is wearing overalls. As the people bite into the cherry pies holding the slices by hand, they revel in how tasty they are until they notice that there is a profuse amount of filling running off the bitten slice and out of their mouths and realize that it is actually blood.

[ back to the present ]

I had gone ahead and entered the house we were going to occupy inside was a realtor or local person of some kind that was there to hand over the keys and show us around. The house had a airy lodge feeling. Floor to ceiling glass windows facing the lake. A high timber frame interior with a Douglas fir floor, the sun was glaring in - late afternoon. I spotted this old beaten up leather satchel actually an over-sized doctors bag ( same age as the pickup ). The sight of the bag sent a shiver up my spine worse than the sight of the old pickup truck. I then spot what I feared. The old man owner of the pickup was in the house. As I spotted him coming around a corner from the interior of the house I ran up to him and demanded that he get the hell out of here now! I grab his shirt sleeve and proceed to hurry him out of the house and take his bag with him. As we reached the front door the remainder of my group was just entering and were quite perplexed by my manhandling of this sweet looking old frail man. I ignored them other than to say I’d explain.

We now jump ahead a few minutes, we are all outside in a courtyard that is behind the house but adjacent to the circular parking area/driveway. There is another house here smaller in scale but comparable in style to the main house. It is at this point that I warn the group to stay away from that old man at all cost and under no circumstances eat any pie they might come across. They question why when I spot the old man suddenly appears from behind a bush behind my friends in the courtyard he jabs a giant knife towards me. While the man is standing a good twenty feet behind my friends and it is another 8 to 10 feet to me the knife magically extends in length towards me. I sidestep the blade and it shrinks back to the man in an upwards arc. The blade missed me and all my friends but as it arced away I could see that it was dripping thick blood from it.

I yell for everyone to get in the house. I throw open the door and run inside followed by a few others then as I’ve made it more than halfway across the moderate sized living room I hear a knife wiz by my head, I drop to the floor while turning towards the front door in the direction that the knife had been thrown to see Jack ( one of my friends ) about to throw another knife in my direction. I also notice that he had a thick line of blood running down the side of his face, it wasn’t an injury one of the thick strings had fallen on him from the old mans failed attempt at me moments earlier. I yell no Jack! to no avail and he lets fly another knife which misses. As Jack’s second knife was flying through the air, from which Jack’s supply was just magically appearing as he had no knives with him, I realize that the old man didn’t even need to cut someone or get them to ingest his blood to gain control over them, that even superficial contact was enough to gain control of that person to do his homicidal biddings. That is a bad development and I fear that I won’t escape this demon-man a second time. I wonder who will be the lone survivor this time?

I WOKE UP AT THIS POINT 4:45AM  - MIGHT AS WELL START THE DAY

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