Working with Greg, Dick Tracy watches and my Mom wants to buy me a CB

Well, the title just about sums it up. I dreamed I was working with my stepdad, Greg, in his small shipping company. It was kind of a home based UPS store, and wasn't much more than a room full of cardboard boxes which they would reuse to ship items out for customers. 

I was trying to impress my folks by actually pulling my weight for a change, so I took the initiative to break down a box and fold it. When Greg said he needed a box, rather than handing him a new one, I'd go out into the parking lot to scrounge a box that was still in good condition. Greg was pleasantly surprised that I was being so thoughtful and frugal with the company resources.

I got the impression that money was tight, but they still had a version of the lifestyle that they'd been accustomed to. For example, we all had these cool Dick Tracy watches which were capable of full duplex phone calls. They weren't Apple watches, however, just a cheap plastic knockoff that looked like those early Casio digital watches, only cheaper.

Mom was out shopping with the other Kioski women, while Greg and I worked. A call came in, and I fumbled with the watch to try to answer it. It was my mom.  I was still unfamiliar with the watch and was treating it like a CB, where you have to wait for the other person to finish talking before you can talk and they can hear you. I was amazed at the cheap device's capabilities, and was still getting used to the idea.

"You can go ahead and start talking," Greg told me, "And you don't have to keep saying 'over'."

 My mom was calling to ask about CB radios. She was out shopping for a birthday present for me and wanted to buy me a CB radio, but when she heard what they were going for, she balked. 

"$250 dollars seems a bit high," she told me. "Do they have anything cheaper, maybe used?"

I assured her that this was a reasonable price, and that the used ones were likely to be more, since they were collector's items and were of a better quality. They just don't make 'em like that anymore. She considered my advice and told me she'd look for a nice used one in that price range. I had my eye on a Cobra 2000 base station, though I already owned one in not so great condition. Likely the one my mom would find used would just be someone else's version of my hunk of junk.

That's about all I remember from the dream. I'm sure there are a few things to be gleaned from the overall tone of frugality and the work aspects of the dream, along with the family theme, but I'll leave that for another time. It's Saturday, and I don't want to spend all day theorizing and interpreting the minutia of some insignificant nighttime play. I have my routine to get to. But I did want to make sure I jotted down a few notes just to keep in practice. I've not been remembering much of my dreams lately, so I want to make sure I'm not letting any slip by unnoticed.