July 4 2015
I had a dream I was at work and I was working at the construction sites.
It was the last day and I was suppose to go around and collect the samples in the "hard hat" area.
I remember driving on the highway, down dirt roads, but and down hills, and even in the city. That was the route they gave me. I got to my last destination and finally came back to the office.
Someone wrote a note on my desk that said I needed to smile more. (I remember reading it a few times within the dream so when the quote returns I'll put it in).
I was sort of upset about this note, mostly because I was happy and smiling most of the time, but on top of that, I was sure that the person who wrote it rarely smiled and was mean most of the time. Hypocrite.
Some people were talking about transferring to another location. I wished them good luck on their new adventure and then stated packing up to go home.
I got into my neighborhood and a family member called and was reminiscing about my childhood, infancy really. I really couldn't make out exactly what she was saying because I was outside and it had begun to snow.
It was snowing so hard that within mintues there was a foot of snow on the ground. I asked her, "how many days is it going to snow like this?" She said three.
Then a flock of geese were flying overhead and one took a poop and it landed on my shoulder. I couldn't even deal; basically I felt indifferent.
I tried to take some snow and clean it off, but each time I took a handful of snow, it turned into sand.
I accepted the fact that I should just clean my shoulder with sand. Each time the sand was in my hand it would disappear and fall right through my fingers. The more I tried to grab, the quicker it vanished.
I decided to roll around in the foot of snow to clean my shoulder. As soon as a laid down the snow was gone. Even the streets had been plowed and sanded and there were no trucks in sight.
I woke up.
"Even in the nights I have unpleasant dreams, I am thankful. I get to feel, taste, smell, see, and hear. I have super strength and endurance. It's when my mind is void of this phenomena, when I wake up and remember nothing but a black abyss...those I consider nightmares."