Jay Herbert's warehouse business

Very sketchy details are remaining from my dream, but here they are:

I was talking on a CB radio and a voice came through that I recognized. 

I responded by saying, "Hello, Jay. How have you been." 

It was an old friend and ex-employer, who had a TV repair shop in Chico, but had fallen on hard times since no one gets anything repaired anymore. He gave some enigmatic answer, but I gleaned that he had a new business that he was pursuing. 

I left off talking to him and went to the supermarket and that is when I discovered him living in the bushes outside of the Safeway. He had a chair setup in the parking lot, so I made myself comfortable. 

He told me that he had his warehouse business in those same bushes and I decided to have a look. It was one of those bigger on the inside than the outside situations, and sure enough, there was a large stockpile of canned goods in boxes in row up on row, just hanging out waiting for orders to fill. 

We talked for a little while about the possibility of nuclear war and such and there was the sense that Steve Clark, aka KFI, an old CB rival of his, would make some kind of appearance. Everything Jay ever did in his entire life was in direct competition to this guy, so that was nothing out of the ordinary. Kind of like cereal being placed on the table and awaiting the arrival of the milk. 

I don't really recall much of a theme beyond this. My sleep was rather fitful. Meanwhile, my guineas are disappearing, being taken off one by one when I am not looking by some wildland creature. I will most likely have to trap it and release it 15 miles or so from here if I intend to stop this process from re-occurring.