Blue_Opossum

Morning of January 13, 2015. Tuesday.



I am about twenty again and mostly working for the street department. In reality, I had been washing fire engines, pumping gas, filling in graves after funerals, carrying very heavy rocks from the side of the road to place in front of the main bulldozer route, replacing bulbs in exit signs, cleaning up a roomful of overripe exploded pumpkin in day care centers, removing hundreds of crayon marks from day to day, reading about how the last person in my position was in the hospital for asbestos poisoning, being accosted by an older lady (a complete stranger) while using a weed-eater on the curb (whom I refused due to the potential of being fired or even penalized by local government), and other diverse and interesting tasks.

Anyhow, back in my dream there seems to be an unknown older Russian male. My job has something to do with a “dead end” and is at least partly related to a red-and-white-striped saw horse - this in turn being related to a new musical composition somehow or at least aspects of sound engineering. It really does not make that much sense due to the fact that the “dead end” is right near an intersection and on the corner (typical absurd dream “logic” I would imagine). I spend considerable time trying to make the music in my mind fit into my task of making sure the corner is properly designated as a possible hazard. Meanwhile, the Russian male seems aggravated about the incompleteness of the area in general. I decide to leave and come back in a short time from another way. Perhaps this will help me understand the precise angle in which the saw horse should proclaim the “dead end” at the open intersection. Absurd…