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    Driving a Tractor

    by , 11-25-2014 at 09:53 AM (372 Views)
    Morning of November 25, 2014. Tuesday.



    I seem to have the job or at least the temporary responsibility of taking a few bales of hay to at least two locations via tractor, though either it turns out to be several locations or my dream “resets” several times. (I say this because the two men I talk to at each location, other than the last one, seem to be the same people each time even though the setting is seemingly different.)

    At the last location, the men seem annoyed and state that they do not need anymore hay because they sold their place and had gotten rid of any animals and were in the act of moving. Apparently I was supposed to have known this. They start to get in their van to drive off. I start to act more annoyed than they are acting and their van ends up with three bales of hay in it (and nothing else) because I say how I am just supposed to be doing what I am doing (because of what someone else told me to do) and so I put it in the van. I then go on my way.

    I end up going to a recreational area near a large lake. There seems to be some sort of family reunion or possibly a wedding. As I am driving my tractor over a small bridge mostly intended for walking (I never leave the seat of the tractor at any point in my dream until the very last scenario when it seems to shift into a different theme), I notice a young female (a younger version of my wife whom I do not immediately recognize) being given what I first “understand” to be a couple birthday cards or congratulatory wedding cards. Looking more closely, I see they are miniature tombstones made of plaster of Paris. This does not seem all that strange though I am not sure what it is for.

    The large variant group does seem to be there for a wedding. I note the beauty of the lake for a time. At least six picnic tables in fairly close proximity near the shore are all full of people. For a time, I seem to be driving the tractor right over the surface of the water as if I was in a boat though I eventually pilot it back to shore and onto the land again as if there was nothing unusual about the scene. I feel happy and relaxed in doing this.

    I notice about eight undressed females near the picnic tables in two areas. They are walking around and standing near the tables. At times, they seem to be wearing partial diaphanous pieces from a wedding dress, mostly only above the waist. It does not dawn on me that they are all identical copies of my wife. The scene itself is somewhat like the park we were married at. It is ambiguous, however, as it also seems like Wisconsin in some ways. I do not even catch that I am dreaming although I do sense a sort of puzzlement over the scene as if some of them are reflections or projections from somewhere else.

    I think about approaching one of them, but remember that I have more work to do and do not want to lose my job. I drive up a fairly steep overpass but then quickly glide down the other side as if on a roller coaster. There is no other traffic.

    I somehow end up in a different job which is related to some sort of dodgy apprenticeship for some sort of self-help or quasi-religious organization; and wander around at a typically pointless seminar where people sit around listening to someone else talking about the transient opportunities that may work for each member of the audience if they only tried. It is like an auditorium (without much lighting) and I feel a bit energetic and very cheerful. I run up and down the aisles like a child, annoying a few members of the audience. One older male is lying on the floor for some reason, apparently because he believes I may be throwing things at people (though I am not doing anything but running around, enjoying myself, and feeling very light on my feet).

    A young female is speaking about how the organization has helped her. She does a “before” and “after” routine where she takes an open company brochure and hides the lower part of her face that has acne saying that this is what she looks like now; no longer having acne. This of course seems rather pointless - so ridiculous as to not even come across with the potential of being deliberately deceptive. Several other people are seated in front of the audience, each telling their faux “success” story in a somewhat tentative fashion. Another person rolls the company brochure into a cylinder over his lap, to show how it has supposedly enhanced his virility. More foolishness. The audience is unmoved.

    I mostly do not care about this pointless seminar and end up going back outside to start delivering bales of hay again, mostly in pairs, feeling more cheerful than before at not being a part of the ridiculous group behind the seminar or a part of any organized faux system.

    I have not driven a tractor in reality in many years, since I was about twelve years old.

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