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Boot to My Head
Aug. 12th, 2007 09:00 am
I'm kicking myself here. I could have bought this book about, oh, 2 or 3 years ago & already had my A+ certification... but no, I waited til I bought this book for this semester to find out that I don't actually need to take a class to get A+ certification. Oh well... at least it'll be an easy A or two.
I dreamt something the other morning. Rob & I were walking out of a building into its gravel (or maybe decaying, gravelly asphalt) parking lot right around dusk. We were walking west because the setting sun was in my face, but the truck was parked in deepening shadows. Apparently, we had an older white pick-up truck, either a small Chevy or a Toyota. It had extremely dark tinted windows and it sat really low to the ground. It was parked facing some oleander bushes, so I was looking at the contrast of white truck against deep green leaves & pink flowers, and it all annoyed me - dark windows, low-riding white pick-up truck, and oleanders annoy me with their persistent existence in hedges. We walked up to the truck & I was standing, squinting into the sun, waiting for Rob to unlock the truck doors. He got his door open & I heard a flat metallic 'bang', almost as if he had smacked the front quarter panel with his hand. I was getting impatient because instead of unlocking my door, he came around the front of the truck w/a shocked look on his face, holding his side. First I asked, "What, are you cramping?" because that's a familiar pose when his colitis acts up. Then I saw the balding man w/blonde hair & a moustache ran around behind him, trying to stay crouched down. I yelled, "Rob, get that motherfucker! Do something!" but I realized there wasn't much he could do when I saw the blood spreading into his t-shirt around his hand. The balding man had shot him in the side of the stomach - that was what the 'bang' was. I turned around & ran, screaming for help. I had the impression, although I couldn't see the guy due to the tinting on the windows, that he had been laying across the seat w/the gun cocked & ready for the driver's side door to open. I don't know if he'd been after Rob specifically, or if he was a car-jacker hoping for keys or maybe a hostage.
Yeah, I'm thinking it was a mid-80's Toyota pick-up truck. (I keep trying to spell 'Toyota' Toyote, like coyote w/a 't').
At any rate, I doubt that it was a prophetic dream. I rarely, if ever, Hel, never have prophetic dreams... but we probably won't be buying any white pick-up trucks anytime soon.
Cindy decided to step down from her lead clerk position - it's 5pm - 1am w/Fridays & Saturdays off. I put my name on the shift, if only to confuse matters for management. I keep telling people, "It looks good on a resume."
I dreamt something the other morning. Rob & I were walking out of a building into its gravel (or maybe decaying, gravelly asphalt) parking lot right around dusk. We were walking west because the setting sun was in my face, but the truck was parked in deepening shadows. Apparently, we had an older white pick-up truck, either a small Chevy or a Toyota. It had extremely dark tinted windows and it sat really low to the ground. It was parked facing some oleander bushes, so I was looking at the contrast of white truck against deep green leaves & pink flowers, and it all annoyed me - dark windows, low-riding white pick-up truck, and oleanders annoy me with their persistent existence in hedges. We walked up to the truck & I was standing, squinting into the sun, waiting for Rob to unlock the truck doors. He got his door open & I heard a flat metallic 'bang', almost as if he had smacked the front quarter panel with his hand. I was getting impatient because instead of unlocking my door, he came around the front of the truck w/a shocked look on his face, holding his side. First I asked, "What, are you cramping?" because that's a familiar pose when his colitis acts up. Then I saw the balding man w/blonde hair & a moustache ran around behind him, trying to stay crouched down. I yelled, "Rob, get that motherfucker! Do something!" but I realized there wasn't much he could do when I saw the blood spreading into his t-shirt around his hand. The balding man had shot him in the side of the stomach - that was what the 'bang' was. I turned around & ran, screaming for help. I had the impression, although I couldn't see the guy due to the tinting on the windows, that he had been laying across the seat w/the gun cocked & ready for the driver's side door to open. I don't know if he'd been after Rob specifically, or if he was a car-jacker hoping for keys or maybe a hostage.
Yeah, I'm thinking it was a mid-80's Toyota pick-up truck. (I keep trying to spell 'Toyota' Toyote, like coyote w/a 't').
At any rate, I doubt that it was a prophetic dream. I rarely, if ever, Hel, never have prophetic dreams... but we probably won't be buying any white pick-up trucks anytime soon.
Cindy decided to step down from her lead clerk position - it's 5pm - 1am w/Fridays & Saturdays off. I put my name on the shift, if only to confuse matters for management. I keep telling people, "It looks good on a resume."
