What dreams may come.

     What dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.  Must give us pause.

     The line from the great soliloquy from Hamlet.  Well the second line is out of place, but it's my blog I reckon.  

     Have had some dreams the past 2 days.  They've stuck with me and thought about recording them here.  Nothing more than dreams with chaos.

     The one Monday morning.  Must've been after 3:30.  Started easily enough.  I was at the loading dock with the current crew.  Went inside to talk to the kid that was there normally.  And a courier arrived and I saw no point in remaining.  Only this was the dock of another place I worked.  It was snowing, my car was covered.  It's not the one I'm driving now.  At some point it was time to leave.  The building was huge and a lot of cars.  I made it out.  Had a brief drive to see my friend.  I'm not sure what he and I spoke of but it was more fluff than anything.  Perhaps a remnant of some old thing.  I was driving again, over known roads.  It was midday, I knew the roads and they were snow covered.

     Must point out that this is one of the dreams where I know almost all the places where I am.  The places are however not connected this way in reality.  It would be like getting out of bed and the next room would be some place else.

     I was on a straight road, no snow.  The storm had a visible break.  The sky had dark clouds but there was a tear of blue sky in it.  Then I hit a hill that does not exist on the road and the car did a dukes of hazard jump.  Upon landing it was back on snow covered roadway and a plowed into a snowy pile embankment.  I made a left onto one road.  Gets dicey.  I may have damaged property.Not sure why but I had to pay.  So I went to the bank.

     Now this bank was  new place for me.  It had 3 teller stations, 2 were occupied.  He reminded me of an old high school teacher.  Brown hair, 70's mustache.  There was 1 man to the right sitting at a desk.  A bank officer I presume.  He told me I had to do something with 3 eggs.  This didn't surprise me.  I don't know if I had the eggs or got them from one of the tellers.  The woman had a bit of a fit when I reached across for a bowl.  I apologized and went to the 3rd position where the was no one and got a bowl.

     At the little station opposite, where there used to be deposit tickets in the old days, I stood and cracked the first egg.  No problem.  The second was a little messy.  The third landed on the floor.  No it didn't break.  It landed more like a hard boiled egg.  

     It landed at the feet of the manager who asked me what the Hell I was doing.  I explained the ritual in what could have been an irritating manner. I told her I spoke to the guy who told me I had to break 3 eggs into the bowl.  He was sitting there but he was sitting there now.  He had changed seats.  He had moved to the right, there was door in the middle of where he was sitting and where he was previously.  And now there was a white piece of paper on the wall with his name.  And I then asked the manager if I'd made myself clear.  She said yes but indicated that I did so in a very irritating manner. 

     That was when I unfortunately got woken up.  In fact my first words were that I wanted to finish this conversation.  Which of course I couldn't.

     I even went so far as to make a recording of this dream later in the day.  It stuck with me.  Alas in the writing of this entry, I wish I'd done so with this mornings.  It is gone now.

     Hopefully this has been an entertaining entry in my dream scape.  If not, oh well.

-later