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I had this particularly strange and long dream the other night. Two nights ago. I hardly ever remember my dreams so when I do and they last through waking up three times, I figure it might be significant.

There was no real rhyme or reason to this dream. It was just a house where all my ex-girlfriends either seemed to live or be visiting for some reason. And it seemed to be no big surprise to me either that they were all there. It was just one long dream of coming and going in and out of the house and having various conversations with these women like I was friendly with all of them.

One in particular was with a girl I dated for about 2 years in High School and then in college. In the dream we were sitting on this couch and she's looking all sad. Of course she was also looking like she did 20 years ago. So we are talking and she's telling me about her husband leaving her. She tells me his name is David and then she mentions something about their child. I say something like, "You have a child now too?" Like I was surprised that someone I'd not seen or spoken to in 20 years might have a child. I remember hugging her and telling her things would be OK. Then I told her I needed to go pick up Debra, that the two of them would probably like each other and this girl, Karen, said she's wait until I got back.

Later in the dream, and this is after waking up the second time and going back to sleep, my friend, 9ahau is in the house and we are hugging like we are saying goodbye or something. I remember kissing her at the base of her neck and telling her I loved her. But it was more like you'd tell a really good friend you loved them. Not so much like a romantic love.

Now a bunch of these women I wasn't on speaking terms with, last time I saw them but the whole thing seemed so very comfortable. No arguments, everyone was good friends. Heck if I know what it means or if it means anything at all.

But yesterday I awoke with this lingering feeling I was supposed to contact some of the women in my dream. So at work, I start looking for Karen on the web. I'd seen a reference in my HS alumni yearbook that her name had changed so I looked it up and come to find out she is a professor of marketing at a university in Tennessee. And in a town I often go through on my way to NC. And her husband's name is David and they had a preemie last year.So I email her and just say hi basically and mention I saw her in a dream. If you contact an old flame 20 years later it's best not to mention right off the bat they were the main focus of a dream you had. That usually spells stalker in most women's minds. She has yet to write me back.

And then last night 9ahau IMed me and we had a nice chat about our various woes and she told me UFO activity was up.

Mixed feelings on UFO activity. I think too much gets pinned on UFO's because it's too scary to some people to admit that things like crop circles and cattle mutilations might be caused by more earthly phenomena. Since we know we don't have an explanation for everything that goes on on Earth, why are space aliens the first ones to blame when something goes awry? But that does not mean I don't think there is other life out there. I'd hate to think we were all alone here. And I don't think people are crazy when they claim to get messages from The Pleaides all the time. I'd just rather look for answers closer to home before I go supposing the messages are coming from elsewhere.

So now I wonder how many contacts with other old female friends I'll have and if it means anything at all.

Back in the waking world, I've had a lot to do lately.

Rob and I spent all day last Saturday pulling the engine out of my S-10 so we could replace it with one I bought from a yard in Tennessee that had far less miles on it. We didn't finish of course and we wound up with grease up to our eyballs...literally. I treated him and Gwen and Deb to a T-Bone steak and potatoes dinner and they were happy with that. We had planned to get a cherry picker from Rob's cousin but that fell through so we had to lift the engine out via a come-a-long attached to a chain on a 4 x 4 across the rafters in my garage. Hey, it held and we got it out. We put a new rear main seal, clutch kit, distributor cap and rotor on the new engine and we still have to change out the oil pans, change the oil filters around as on the new one you'd have to reach in through the wheel well to get to it rather than reaching it from above, change the throttle body injection plate and a couple of seals and we will be ready to put it back in. Then spend half a day hooking hoses back up so I can have my little pickup back.

In the meantime, I got the F-150 back from getting a new transmission put in and it runs like a dream. It actually makes 20 miles per gallon which is great for a full sized 4 wd truck. Of course it has a fuel injected inline six cylinder engine instead of a V-8 and that makes a lot of difference. But I'm happy driving it for now. If the new engine in the truck works out well, I think I'll refrain from buying a new truck and just buy a newer - used Jetta. I might even buy a diesel like I used to have as I'm all about gas mileage now that even rural Illinois gas stations are around the $2 mark even for the cheap gas. I wish I could get one of those E-85 cars and a big tank of ethanol. Then I'd be in good shape but it would probably be more trouble than it was worth.

In other news, I got the contract to do the fireworks for the Peoria Chiefs Baseball team home games. There should be about 20 more and I get $75 per game which is good money for pyrotechnics.

The last weekend of April, Deb and I went to NC to do our annual fireworks show for the Boy Scouts. It was a comedy of errors but we got through it OK. The crowd loved it despite being one of the biggest fuck ups we've ever pulled off. Kids were saying it looked like the opening of the Super Bowl so I guess that's a good thing. I ended up catching fire and getting pretty badly scalded on one hand but it was relatively minor compared to what could have happened had we not been as safe as we usually are. We had these signs done in lance work with ECC (for East Carolina Council) on one side and BSA (for Boy Scouts of America of course) on the other side and a huge lighthouse in the middle. We had it all fused up with sticky match and then on top of the signs we had these screaming fountains to make it even more brighter. Then next to all that we had two five gallon buckets filled to bursting with Roman Candles covered in black powder. And we were to have strings of 25,000 firecrackers going up the sides of our supports but it rained all day and we didn't get a chance to cover the firecrackers with plastic and haul them up the poles so we settled for stretching both strings out on the plastic and laying them in front of the whole aforementioned mess.

So what happened was the signs lit and burned beautifully. They were matched to the fountains which worked too well and accidentally lit the buckets of Roman Candles which then proceeded to tip over and fire colored flaming balls back at yours truly which of course caught me on fire. There was so much smoke created by all that was going off that I couldn't see anything so I just ran my flaming white ass backward until I was out of range. Deb and Kevin Treon were both spotting for me but they couldn't see me though the smoke so they didn't know to come put me out. That's OK because the volunteer firemen on site couldn't see me either so I was just left there to burn out on my own. I got turned around in the smoke and couldn't see an damned thing except for the fusee I was using to light the show and the light on my helmet was making this weird light saber effect through the smoke, (I felt like shouting, "I'm your father Luke!" but I refrained). finally I figured out that the direction the little colored flaming balls was coming from was the direction I needed to go back in and it was about that second of realization that I realized one of said colored flaming balls had found it's way between my watch and my wrist and was burning a hole in my skin. being a minor annoyance when compared to everything else, I just brushed it off and proceeded to stumble forward trying to find the first line of cakes which was next in line to be fired. The way I found the cakes was a Bull's Rule just about took my head off. Seems the Roman Candles shooting backwards on the ground had ignited more than just my flesh. The first two cakes were going on their own and the smoke finally cleared enough I could see Deb and Kevin and waved at them so they knew I was alive at least.

It was about the time I started to wonder about getting through all that mess to the firecracker strings that they started going off, having been lit by an errant spark from the fountains. So one less thing to worry about. 50,000 firecrackers the size of M-80's all going off at once. I'm glad I had my ear plugs in and my Nomex hood on under my fire helmet. The rest of the show went relatively without incident. My 21 gun salute to the troops around the world went well and everyone said the opening was the best one we'd done in 5 years.

We had a good trip afterwards too, eating lots of seafood and getting to take walks on the beach and Deb actually had some days where she was back to her old healthy self which was much appreciated.

The day before we left, I got my Explosives Handling Permit from the US Justice Department and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. It's nice to have but not nice in the sense that if some idiot blows something up with a bomb near me, guess who is near the top of the list of people they look at first?

So this weekend is going to be a whirlwind of activity. The folks show up Saturday which means I'm cleaning the farm all this week. We are also finishing the engine work Saturday and going to a High School Graduation for Deb's cousin should be an interesting day.

We are in the midst of a severe thunderstorm and the sky is turning pink and green which means, you guessed it, tornado time! Man what a fun life I lead.




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May. 19th, 2004 07:32 am (UTC)
Is it okay for me to laugh at your Boy Scout fireworks experience? 'Cause I'm about to crack up over here.
May. 19th, 2004 09:41 am (UTC)
Sure fine. I was laughing afterward too. Just not during.

May. 19th, 2004 09:29 am (UTC)
Dammit, the year I can't make it, someone catches on fire! I was looking forward to that!
May. 19th, 2004 09:44 am (UTC)
Oh I can do it again without trying too hard.

May. 19th, 2004 10:04 am (UTC)
Bwa-ha-ha-ha! *imagines Wander going FOOM!*

I meant to call you after the fireworks thing. I just got caught up in the last mad dash to get all my paperwork submitted for grad school and getting hacked and such, but I will (probably) call you sometime. I still have your work number around here somewhere.
May. 19th, 2004 10:09 am (UTC)
That would be fine, I'm always here it seems.

May. 19th, 2004 11:47 am (UTC)
I, too, couldn't help but laugh at your description of the mess. Glad you are okay, though. :)
May. 19th, 2004 01:00 pm (UTC)
It's a hazard that comes with the territory. It's like slicing the ends of your fingers off with a meat slicer. Skin grows back as long as you don't mutilate yourself too badly. Plus the adrenalin rush more than makes up for it.


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