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Showing posts with label qrs. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 26, 2018

Electric Feel

A Dream From The Past




     I've returned to my old job at QRS Recycling. As I work, I fail at something, but I cannot remember. My supervisor, Justin, reprimands me in the break room. As he chews me out, I glance out the window. A garbage truck is driving through the parking lot with his back left up. He snags a power line and pulls it down. Since it is night, the workers cannot easily spot the wire. A worker accidentally touches it. The electric pulse soars through his body and throws him like a rag doll into the air. He falls lifeless to the ground.

     Several workers, unaware of the situation, walk from the factory toward the break room. Many of them touch the live wire. Each is thrown similar to the first. Those of us in the break room run to warn those left. I hear sirens. I am afraid that I will die. I cannot die tonight. I run and hide, but I feel as if the electric wire will find me no matter where I conceal myself. Dream ends.

I wake up

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Cupcake

Dream 11/8/2017



I'm working at a company called QRS. It is a recycling center. I am doing the landscaping. I bring my cat, Tandy, and let him run around. I have to admit, I am very nervous that Tandy will run away or get run over by a large piece of equipment. I keep an eye on him.

I start by mowing a hill. When I am done, I need to walk over to the hill on the other side and grab a flat wooden board. Then, I need to completely cover the wood with cupcakes and lay it on the freshly mowed grass. Then, the girls, I think they are cheerleaders, will come and take the board with cupcakes and return it to their building. I do this. When I am done, the hill is completely covered with boards, which are covered in cupcakes.

I walk over to the building where a bunch of men are working. I plan on mowing this area now. A bunch of cardboard is covering the grassy area, so I move it. I then get a call from my mom telling me that she is going to pick me up and I need to finish what I am doing. I look around and try to figure which is the most important area to mow. I settle on the front yard but then a guy named Ben tells me to mow another area. As he wishes.

I start mowing the area that Ben wants me to, which is the hill that I first mowed, just further down. As soon as I start the mower and move forward, I run over something. I cut the engine. My cousin, Quinn, runs over from the main building. I look at the object that I hit. I looks like some kind of Maritime equipment. Quinn makes it to where I am. I apologize to him. I offer to pay for the object that I destroyed. He says that it's okay but I know it isn't. I can see on his face that he is upset.

Later that day, my family, including Quinn, and me are over at the barn where the cheerleaders took the cupcakes. I don't see any cupcakes though. Just a bunch of farm equipment. Quinn points to an area of woods and reminds me of seeing something scary there. He then walks me deep inside the barn and shows me a room. The room is scary. I feel a heaviness here. I'm unnerved. I tell Quinn that I once walked in here with the lights out and I was alone. I didn't notice it until now, but Quinn seems a bit sinister. Just in the way he is talking and the look in his eyes. He isn't completely there. Something isn't right.

When the sun has gone down, my mom and I need to return to the barn. Maybe we want to see the scary room again. We try to turn on the lights but are unable to. We walk to the circuit breaker and try the lights there. For some reason, the lights will not turn on. Dream ends.

I wake up

Thursday, July 20, 2017

The Starters 3

A Dream From The Past



I'm on the varsity basketball team. My friend Tim's dad is the coach. We're at an away game. The game is about to start. I think I am one of the starters but I count five guys on the court not including me. I look at the coach in confusion. He says that all those who are on the low fat diet are going to start the second half. I sit down in the bleachers and take out one of my college textbooks to do some reading. The book is on Information Technology. I take off my suit and get into my game uniform.

I walk outside where I find my childhood friend Ryan. We are working in the maintenance dept. We need to feed the animals. First we feed the cats then we walk into a shed and feed the dogs a white charcoal-like food. Dwight from QRS Recycling is here. He questions what we are doing. We tell him that we are in maintenance and that we need to feed the animals. Dwight has a tuna sandwich with olive oil on it. Ryan takes the sandwich and squeezes it above his face and drains the oil into his mouth. Dwight is disgusted. Quite frankly, so am I. Dream ends.

I wake up

Monday, March 14, 2016

Hard Knocks

Dream 3/14/2016



Somebody asks me to steal a basketball from QRS Recycling.

I no longer work at QRS, but I still have my uniform. So, I don my grey button up shirt with reflectors all over and with the orange hardhat on my head, I trespass on private property. My brother-in-law is working there at this time, but not too many others as everyone has pretty much left for the day. I explore the place because I haven't been to this plant before, the one I used to work at is the next city over. I come across the maintenance shop, where they keep the basketballs. I walk in and immediately see the vertical holder for the various sports balls, but there is a lock on the bottom to prevent anyone from taking them. Disappointed, I leave the recycling plant.

I end up at my old high school, where they are having an assembly. I walk outside to the playground and reminisce about when I was a kid playing here. Most of the playground equipment has been taken away, but a few items from my childhood still remain. I walk over to the metal rainbow and try to hang upside down like I did when I was a kid. I fell and hit my head when I was little, but I didn't cry.

I head to the assembly. The speaker is talking about the WWE. The wrestling organization is making movies on various subjects. One movie is about Planned Parenthood. The speaker wants the school to endorse the movies. One of the teachers stands up, takes the microphone and speaks of her dislike for the WWE, its violence and sexualization of women. At that time, I walk out.

I end up in a junk yard, where my friends work. My long haired buddy shows me some of the cars he's been working on. One car looks like an old version of a Volkswagen bug that was never released. He also shows me a guitar that he built. A custom Gibson SG. He says it's not but it is. I tell him of a custom guitar that another friend of mine made. He hardly listens. I have to repeat myself. We go inside and sit at a table. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I have a seizure. My breathing completely stops for a moment. The ones crowded there erupt in tears. Finally, I take in a large breath. Everyone is elated.

My mom and dad pick me up to take me home. I ask my dad if he can buy me a basketball. Dream ends.

I wake up