More Grandpa Davey Speaks
A Path with a Heart
A Stop at Willoughby
Can't Captue It
Invest in Yourself
Killing Me Softly
Leave it to Beaver
Lost in the Grand Canyon
Mind Over Temperature
Mother of all Storms
No Sense at All
Not Shadow People
Squirt Gets Run Over
The Cheapest Medicine
The Golden Calf
Ticket to Freedom
Two Types of Girls
Vaya Con Dios
Where's the Beef?
Worst Case Scenario
the shop one Spring evening, I suffered
some concern over the robustness of a linear ball bearing system I
was installing. Were the bearings rigid enough to traverse the
almost imperceptible bump at the juncture of two sections of the
ball ways? Though well within engineering specifications, I wasnít
comfortable with the design.
Later that night, in dreamland, I
saw the carriage running down the twenty foot long rails. Hitting
the spliced section, the bearings disintegrated, throwing steel
balls everywhere. Faced with disaster, I quickly designed a shroud
to retain the assembly and even included felt wipers to retain
grease and exclude contaminants.
The next morning, full of apprehension, I proceeded to test the
apparatus. Lo and behold, on
one traverse down the track, upon hitting the joint, a bearing
failed and balls flew everywhere. On my hands and knees, I searched
the warehouse floor for some two hundred 3mm ball bearings.
Mysteriously, as I reclaimed the balls, I also found a number of 1/8
inch balls. This added to the fun as the diameter of the balls are
quite similar. I was looking for .118 inch and finding .125ís. After
sorting and cleaning the balls, I was ready to remedy the problem.
As instructed in the dream, I made the containment system and the
balls had nowhere to go! As in Answers, this dream brought a welcome solution.
While on the subject of dreams, I must relate several recurring
dreams that have entertained me for many years. First is the sinking
in the mud and disappearing dream. In the early sixties there was an
airliner that purportedly
crashed through the water of Lake Pontchartrain and disappeared into
the deep sediments below the shallow water and no trace was ever to
be found. As a kid I used to ponder salvaging the wreck and claiming
the jewelry and valuables from the entombed corpses. My dream is
much the same. Usually in my truck, I make a fatal wrong turn into a
hazardous area. Sometimes itís a canal, but the most interesting was
a trackless tundra. My truck slowly sinks into the mud while I
ponder the fact that no one will ever know what happened to me.
Perhaps I will be discovered by some future
archaeologists, as ice
age creatures are found in the La Brea Tar Pits.
Perhaps the dream has some basis from a real life adventure. Once
while rebuilding the pumping station at the end of Lake Villa St.,
the canal was drained exposing the unexplored canal bottom.
Appearing dry and firm, what teenager could resist? Walking under the Avron Bridge, the
ground suddenly gave way beneath me. Into the bottomless muck I
descended. Up to my shoulders in thick muck, I clutched the nearby
bridge piling. My companion, Dominick, reached from Terra Firma and
drew me out by my shirt collar. Though covered in muck, I donít
recall being too concerned by this extremely close call.
The next dream concerns steep bridges. I drive up a bridge that
grows increasingly steep. I reach the point where I am sure I will
fall over backwards. I spend the rest of the dream trying to
determine how best to solve this dilemma. Once while crossing the
bridge to Dauphin Island, Alabama, I felt that this, too steep,
bridge must be from my dream. The most recent dream bridge was in
Lastly is the non-existent grass cutting contract dreams. In various
scenarios, some things remain the same. For mowing work at different
industrial sites, I am continually paid for my services. I either
neglect or forget to provide the service. The dream is spent in the
torment of figuring out how to catch up before the customer is
aware. As far as Iím aware, these dreams only occur when I am not in
the grass-cutting business. In the most recent manifestation it was
a very large contract. I had been paid monthly for several years,
yet had never gotten around to starting the job. I traveled from
site to site looking at overgrown plants and remote locations. I
felt that I must cut everything before the contract expired. Even
though I planned the ultimate solution, it was to no avail. I no
longer had the will or desire to complete the task at hand.
Reading this, I conclude that sometimes it is good that we get to
escape to the earth plane where
we donít have all those problems to solve.