2009, at the Hog Wallows, south of Woodlake, California
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August 12, 2014
I usually don’t remember my dreams, but when I do, they tend to be really odd.
Here’s a recap of this morning’s random neuron firings.
For some reason, I’m going to Bakersfield to see a person who may have been some kind of University-level instructor or counselor. When I get to Bakersfield, I’m in a crowded downtown area, and having difficulty finding a place to park. I finally locate a vacant spot, and end up having to walk a great distance to find the place I’m supposed to be. When I locate the person I’ve supposedly made an appointment with, he says “that’s next week. I can’t see you know”. We do this in the middle of a large public space, indoors, like a large entry pavilion area. I follow him outside, still trying to figure out why he won’t see me, when some other man makes a comment about More
July 14, 2014
I seldom remember my dreams. They fade as I wake, if I recall them at all. Today I awoke remembering the dream that just ended, and it starred my old CB radio.
I own a Cobra CAM 88 Citizen’s Band radio. It’s a 23 channel, tube type AM transceiver, and I have a Silver Eagle D-104 power mic connected to it. I bought the radio used in the mid-to-late 1970’s from my buddy Marc Cooper, who I believe got it from his uncle. It’s probably a mid-60’s radio.
In my dream, I was showing the radio to a friend, and hooked it up to try it out. Now, I haven’t even turned on a CB radio in probably ten years or more, let alone keyed one up and talked. But I did in this dream, and heard distant stations coming in by skip. (skip is when a radio signal bounces off the ionosphere and travels much farther than normal. When sunspot activity is high, you can hear stations from the east coast easier than you can hear locals. High power amplifiers add to the noise factor!)
The odd thing about this dream is More
July 5, 2014
I walked into the building at 7am, July 5, 1994, for the first time as an employee. Communications Operator I. Three months of training lay ahead, and a year’s worth of probation. The place was the Tulare County Sheriff’s Department, the room was in the basement, in a space originally designed to be a gymnasium / weight lifting room. As of today, I’ve put in 20 years in that cramped space.