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  • "Hey, Pete - dude! What the hell are you staring at?"

    It was Mike, my new friend in the warehouse, as we sat in the break lounge, smoking and coking, as we used to call it in the service. As the blonde-beauty-skater-biker chick mesmerized me with her seductive eyes, looking back at me over her shoulder while sauntering away from me, with a look of "follow me, sailor", I will admit that, despite being put-off by all the body ink, I was beginning to be quite taken by her bodily charms, as well. I am a red-blooded male, after all, one who truly appreciates a fine looking lady, and I'm telling you, this girl had it all, beneath all that tattoo work. But aside from all that horny shit that was going on with me, I was still more interested in finding out what she knew. That was most important - what happened after that, I was becoming completely open to whatever played out. (Let me just add here, as a sidebar - in the dream, I was not married. I just want to put that out there - I don't mess around, and I don't have some deep-hidden hankering for a little hanky-panky on the side. I love my wife, I love my life, and that's just not me).

    Distractedly, I answered Mike, whispering, "Are you kidding me? How can I not stare at that? Look at her! Where did she come from? Man, I think I'm falling in love!"

    Mike looked at me like I was crazy, as he looked in the direction I was staring at, and back at me, then a look of realization came over his countenance. He laughed and shook his head, "Oh, man, you've seen one of them already. It didn't take you long to get the hang of this place, did it?"

    I had no idea what he was talking about. This would have been a good time to have one of those moments of clarity that you sometimes have in a dream, where you realize it's all just a dream and you just roll with it, but I didn't have one of them at that moment. I'm telling you, while I know it was a dream, now, no way on God's Green Earth did it feel like a dream, then. I mean, it felt so...real, you know? But, here's where it maybe deviated into dreamlike stuff.

    "Are you still seeing...her?"

    "You mean, you don't? Are you serious? You're fucking with me, right?"
  • Mike had some 'splainin' to do, and he decided to lay it all out there for me. "I guess you never received a proper orientation when you started working here. Well, here it is. Do you know what we do here?"

    "Dude, I have no clue. I've just been doing my best to lay low, stay out of trouble, and figure this shit out. This is one strange mother-fuckin' place, I do know that. I've been all over this joint, trying to figure it out. That girl - the one who just walked out that door, and instead of following her, like I really wanted to do, I'm still sitting here talking with your ass - she knew something, she knew what I was looking for. I need to go find her, and find out what she knows."

    "Don't worry about her. Stay right where you are. If you saw her just now, you will see her again. I can't believe you saw her, though! Man, I was here for months before I saw my first apparition..."

    "Mike, I like you man, but that was no apparition I just saw. She was as real as you or me, and..."

    "And she spoke to you with her eyes, without ever saying a word, right? And, she told you that she had the answers you were looking for - with her eyes, of course. Is that about the gist of it?"

    "No, no, no, I'm not going to sit here and let you downplay the significance of this encounter I just had, you don't understand..."

    "No, Pete, I'm telling you - YOU don't understand. If you'd followed that girl out that door just now, you would NOT have come back."

    "And, that's such a bad thing? Come back to what - this weird-assed mother-fucking joint? Sounds pretty damned good to me! But, how did you know about the eyes, and her having the answers? Just when I thought it couldn't get any weirder!"
  • Mike proceeded to explain to me where I was, and what we were doing there. It took awhile for him to go through it all. He started, then our break was over, so we went back out into the warehouse, back to work, back to me trying to figure out what I was doing, wandering in and out of different compartments in the huge warehouse, doing my best to look like I knew what I was doing, as "foreman" types walked by with their clipboards and helmets, and authoritative looks. They'd look over at me, nod their heads, jot something down on their clipboard, say something to each other, then keep on walking as I would then scurry off into another compartment, and replay the same scene all over again. Mike's explanation unfolded over a series of breaks, over a series of shifts, spanning many days. Which is pretty strange, since I was only actually asleep for about five hours. This dream, or wherever the hell it was, went on for days, weeks, maybe even months.

    The more Mike explained the whole set-up to me, the more I knew why I was there, although I still wasn't sure what I could do about it all. One thing he made crystal clear to me, right from the jump - if I had seen that girl that soon, on my very first day on "the job", then I was a key player in what needed to happen, and would play a significant role in freeing hundreds, maybe thousands, of lost souls.

    Mike looked me right in the eyes, fixing me with a serious, no-fucking-around look, and said, "You have to totally focus on what's right in front of you, man. Don't let yourself be distracted by the temptations that get thrown at you - like that girl. You have to really work at keeping your mind, your body, and your spirit, right here, right now, and work on trusting your instincts to tell you what you need to do next. Filter out all the rest of the bullshit going on around you, as you hone in on that instinctual "message". Once you can hear it, you must follow it, and nothing else. This is the only way you can accomplish what you were sent here to do. It all rests on your shoulders. But, that said, there is no pressure. You really can't fuck it up."
  • I was really shaken by what he told me. I woke up, still shaking. I couldn't even get this all down without taking a few deep breaths, and a couple of shots of my asthma-inhaler, even though it was all just a dream. For a dream, it had some unbelievable, really fucking serious shit going down. It's going to take a few sittings to get it all out there. I'm still completely at a loss for what it all means, but something deep inside - an instinct, if you will - is telling me that it was more than just a dream.

    God, I hope I'm wrong about that...but, geez, I'm just not sure. Let me just focus on what happened, and leave the judging to the judges. I need to keep this real simple.

    I'm sorry if none of this is making any sense - if you think you're confused, you should try walking a mile in my shaky moccassins. I'll check back with you later. I have some work to do.
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