A day at the beach (Eminem soundtrack)

I only remember the dream that I was having before I got up to pee, not whatever I was just dreaming when I woke up. I was spending a day at the beach with family, I believe. I was being encouraged to play in the ocean in the shallows, as I was not a good swimmer, much like my real life self. I watched the people who were a little farther out riding waves on boogie boards and surfboards and longed for that kind of fun. 

I let the tide take me out just a little way and got a little panicky, so I caught the first wave in. It broke after it passed me sucking me down over the falls and into the washing machine. I didn't go all the way to the bottom, however, and maintained my above water status the whole time. 

I enjoyed it so much I began searching out any abandoned boogie boards, because I was ready to get myself out there to ride. The song "Without Me" was playing over and over in my head on loop. "I'm back, dana-nana nana nana nana..."

Ok, a vague notion of me working again at The Dealership came up. I was doing very light automotive work, basically eyeballing cars for damage to be sent out to a body shop. I was dealing with service advisors and customers. 

 

One customer was a black lady in a red dress who looked like Michelle Obama. Not her, but just a ringer. I looked over her car for damage and found only one minimal scratch. It was a 97 silver Civic coupe with a nice patina of dust, which made my inspection for fresh damage very easy. 

I brought the repair order back to Randy Mitchell, a devious drunk service writer who used to work there in the real world. He was really a devious drunk, but in my dream not as much. Just happy ass Randy, only slightly conniving. We both agreed on the course of action to take with the lady's Civic. 

I went to go find her as she wandered around the dealership. You'd think I'd be able to spot her, what with her red dress and, you know, being like the only black lady there. I finally picked her out of the crowd and tried to get close enough to her to advise her on her car, but she kept eluding me. 

I wound up following her down the street where I encountered Joey from Friends, working a small booth on the side of the road. It looked like a tiny dispatchers shed, with just him and a telephone in it. 

I asked him the famous "How you doin'?" and he looked up at me, happy for the recognition. He said his job was multi-faceted and he did a few impressions for me of the different characters he had to portray as he answered the phone for the many different functions. 

I had to go and bid him and some other guy named Dave goodbye. I wasn't sure about Dave being the guy's name, but after I kinda mumbled it, I heard someone else call him that, too, so I felt better. At least it sounded sort of like Dave when I mumbled, "Goodbye Joey, goodbye  ...Mmdeeaavee......" 

I continued following faux Michelle as the soundtrack continued on in my brain. "Danna nana nana nana nana nana nana. It's disaster, such a catastrophe, for you to see so much of my damn ass you ask for me....a nuisance, whose scent? You sent for me?" I guess the world needs me, since the theme of the song is that it would be "so empty without me." 

Oh, and the LED is still on. My Itunes (both the PC and Ipod) have played the Margi Lantos reading that I got back on Sept 5, 2018. I think Sharon wanted me to get something out of it, as the two events have been concurrent. The message of the the reading was for me to have faith, love and mercy, awareness and harmony. There were a lot of little details that I believed she was straining for at the time, so I didn't give the reading as much credence as I probably should have. Some details were nice, but unproveable from an earthly perspective. 

But Sharon, I am listening for your voice. Sometimes I'm pretty thick (and stubborn) but I do value your input and need your comfort most of all. You could always talk me down and make things easier for me to handle. Thank you for showing up the other day before my eye appointment. I think I'm going to go with my gut, that this LED is your way of saying you are still around. And thank you for that. I love you, always. Even if I'm a rat and a scoundrel, I still love you. Be merciful, I'm not done here yet. I don't know what my purpose is, but I hope I can fulfill it and make you proud. Today is Saturday, so you know what I'll be doing. I hope you can stand the racket.