Undisclosed - Zach Bo1inger

Dream: The Job Up North

I am working for my boss from a previous job. The guy is my favorite boss I've ever had, and I'm happy to be working with him again. He sends me to a job in the northern part of his district and says I can stay in his parents house. They went south for the winter. The place is driving distance for me, so I head out in my car. I find the parent's house and get settled in. Outside, it starts snowing hard. I decide to light a fire and invite a couple friends over. It ends up being Renee - a friend from college, and a couple of people I don't know.

The house is plenty warm, but with the snow outside and the fire inside, everybody wants to bundle up in blankets and sit around the fire. I turn on the TV and we start watching Belly videos. It occurs to me that as much as I liked Belly in college, I never saw one of their videos, so I'm watching them for the first time. I wish I could remember what happened in the videos, because it was very vivid and imaginative. I was mesmerized by the colors and the emotions conveyed.

I look over to the left, and Renee is making out with the guy she dated in college under the blanket. It kind of makes me uncomfortable because she would have never done the whole PDA thing when I knew you. I'm also not happy that she is back with that guy. I got up and walked to the den, where the computer is. There's an attractive woman in there. I guess it's one of the friends I don't know. We talk telepathically, which impresses her. In fact, it makes her very attracted to me. I send some very seductive signals to her, which increases her attraction. I lean in to kiss her. I hesitate, because I have bad breath. The pause builds anticipation with her and she wants to kiss me even more. I decide my breath isn't that bad and lean into it. I'm enjoying the kiss, but she decides I'm not that good a kisser and disappears. My mouth gets dry, and I walk toward the kitchen for a drink.

My boss calls, and when I reach into my pocket, I pull out a handheld radio instead of a cell phone. I look down at it and realize part of the job I was sent to do was install repeaters for the radio between here and the main site. I never tested them after I installed them, so this will be the test.

We talk a little bit and everything is fine. He assumed I already tested the equipment, and I was glad it worked and I hid from him that I didn't do the testing. I tell my boss about the snow, and he gets excited. He's so happy that there will be a white Christmas at his parent's house. I wonder why he cares since neither he nor his parents are around to see it. He wants a play-by-play. He sends me around to different windows so I can look out and tell him how much snow there is. "How much is on the pine trees?" he asks. "Go look out the picture window in the kitchen. How much is on the bird feeder?" I tell him I'm going to stay here for a while because the roads are not going to be safe for several days. He's a little mad - not because I'm staying, but because he's usually the kind of guy to say "why don't you stay up there until the roads are safe." and I beat him to it. I sign off and stick the radio in my pocket. One of the friends I don't know says "You know with one call to an 800 number, I could make it all come tumbling down on you."

I know what he's talking about. He thinks I'm using frequencies for the radio that have not been authorized by the FCC. He also knows that we must be putting out an excessively strong signal to reach back home, even with the repeaters. I smile and think to myself "Screw you, asshole. We're on a secret government assignment, and all this is approved at a higher level than the FCC." We have nothing left to discuss, and he disappears.

I go back to the window that overlooks the pine trees. I just watch the snow fall for a while. I feel good about the equipment install going well. I reflect on how good a relationship I have with my boss.

I decide to go find Renee and catch up on old times. She's not on the couch anymore. The blanket is laying there as if she and the guy just disappeared, too. In fact, the whole house is empty. I wish I would have talked to her while I had the chance, and I am sad. Then the dream ends.

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