CHAPTER 43
(The Second Dream. "I HURT PEOPLE")
The UC case was going to stay in purgatory forever. My civil case will forever be described by me as "Edward Snowden" like. I'm back to BillyBig Rigging and I'm finally learning the North and South Carolina's pretty good as I'm constantly getting routed loads there. It's warmer outside because I'm further down south. I'm finally learning to accept that my UC hearing will not and cannot ever be heard so all the harassment I had to endure from that Indiana company will have to forever remain a secret.
I've given up keeping communication with Spencer as I realize he has thousands of clients to tend to and since he knows I'm back to work I'm quite certain I've been scratched off his list. It's a beautiful day outside and no clouds. I'm sitting at a red light at a very busy intersection. When is this light ever going to go green I think to myself while grasping the steering wheel a bit more firmly out of frustration as the sun is literally in my face and blinding me.
My passenger door abruptly swings open scaring the shit out of me. I immediately recognize the man I have never met in person. It's Spencer. He's sitting in my passenger seat. Holy shit! How did he do that?
The light turns green and I'm forced to roll with him in my passenger seat. I'm nervous as shit because I've always portrayed this man as ten times smarter than me and I consider myself more intelligent than over 90% of the people I meet regardless of their credentials. I don't say hello to him as I am still in shock at him creeping up on me.
He doesn't say a single word but finally out of curiosity I glance over at him. He is extremely Rheumy eyed. I would think he should know I don't feel comfortable around maudlin people but I can see he is extremely bothered by something. He has sunk way down in the passenger seat and embracing himself to speak to a real life monster straight out of a movie. He finally spills the beans about what he has to tell me but I can tell by the way he has said it that I was no longer a crazy delirious schizo but rather correct about many of the peek-a- boo conspiracies plotted against me since 2009.
I don't like the news he is about to give me as I can plainly see by looking at him that he somehow inadvertently turned over a VIP stone that was never meant to be turned over.
An eerie silence and then he finally spoke with sincerity.
"You hurt people."
I instantly awoke from my air mattress with a heart beating like a humming bird. WTF? What kind of weird dream was that?
And why a second one? And what on God's green earth was that dream supposed to mean? Was it the fact that the trucking industry had pushed me over the edge that I found myself venting by writing a book? What people had I hurt? Had I laid hands on somebody? Had I stolen from someone? What did he mean by "Hurt" people? Was he insinuating I had gotten too carried away with my little four inch pen sword? Was he referring to my "Indemnify" novel I was writing? How was he able to track me down in the first place?
I didn't like the second dream but I was at least glad it didn't involve a sophisticated word like "Indemnify" that would forever confuse a Mcgyver guy like me curious about how that word could infiltrate my dreams. I guess NASA is located in Florida and God only knows what kind of Matrix Like Person Of Interest Technology they might be working on. But hurting someone ? Smsh. I hardly think so. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
I had no intentions of reporting this second dream to Spencer. I'm not worried about this sneak attack surprise visit in real life because I keep my passenger door locked plus there's a big cooler preventing a sneak a peek meet and greet. The "Indemnify Dream" will always haunt me until the day I die because I had never used that word prior to the dream. After I had woken from the "Indemnify" dream the next morning I had scrutinized my apartment carefully leafing through all scattered papers hoping to find that word somewhere. But it wasn't in ANY papers. I even spent hours combing through my small collection of books but it wasn't printed in any of them. So how had the word "Indemnify" entered my dream? Did Spencer know people in high technological places? He was in fact well known throughout the entire nation so God only knows how many friends he had made along the way. But isn't that a bit scary? As long as we stay away from drugs and alcohol we can control our actions while we are awake. But who can tuck it in at night and tell their body what it can and can't think about while in deep slumber? Did I need to start wearing an aluminum foil night cap?
A WEEK LATER. (THE LAUNDROMAT)
Bears Bears Bears! Or not!
It seemed rather unusual that the Ephrata laundromat would host an NFL playoff game over the intercom on a radio. Just hours earlier today I slipped out to place a $500.00 wager on those Bears as I had learned not one but both Eagle quarterbacks had sustained injuries. I don't know why I even bothered making attempts at trying to listen to the game over the sound of the dryers as I had immediately discovered after purchasing the wagers at a casino that the alphabet Peek-A- Boos had plans of seeing to it that my heavy favorite money line bet would lose. I hadn't told a single soul that I purchased this $500 wager but I found it extremely out of kilter that my brother had made over four attempts at calling me today. 99% of the time he usually communicates with me via text but today he was insisting on calling me via phone call which seemed highly unusual. I had called off work today for a date with a skinny chick that bailed on me at the last minute. I was still hell bent on figuring out a way to have a good weekend and I knew the Bears had been playing exceptionally well all season.
However, the incessant phone calls from my brother seemed like a good clue that the NFL was going to see to it personally that my heavy money line favorite would be a losing wager even if that meant Linguine the Boss man had to shell out big bucks to pay all those Bird fans hoping to triple their money. I wasn't watching the game today as I didn't want to give satisfaction to the NFL meddlers that wanted to rub it in my face. When you know before hand you have no chance at winning it makes absolutely no sense to give your opponent the opportunity to rub it in your face. It's why I will stick to the game of craps until the day I die. Only god can dictate how those dice land. Black Jack cards can be prearranged giving you a losing hand no matter what. Roulette wheels may contain magnets or surreptitious air hoses to blow that little ball over one more space before it lands. Horse racing and sports can easily be fixed. Especially when the last play of the game where the kicker oversees the outcome.
Despite having a live $500.00 wager on the Bears vs Eagles playoffs game I opted to get my laundry done instead of watching the game. I knew from my brother acting funny all day that the game would surely be fixed. As I folded my last article of clothing I could vaguely hear the sports announcer over the radio report the very last play of the game.
"And the Bears just somehow missed an easy chip shot field goal for a one point loss I cannot believe what I'm seeing here. The underdog Eagles have done it again!"
I big smile ran across my face as I realized my money line $500 wager on the Bears was no good. Was I dictating these sporting events somehow? Surely if I didn't get along with the jocks in high school I doubt they would play extra hard knowing I had money riding on the game. But the kicker purposely missing an easy chip shot field goal? Weird.
Despite somehow being out $500 on that game I was glad I wasn't suckered into donating my precious time only to get a rise out of the Peek-A-Boos. Just during the last two minutes of the game as I was folding my clothes I had some unusual out of towner looking drama Momma queens barge in and pretend like they were getting laundry done. I'll never forget when I escaped CR England to go to Vegas to watch the Mcgregor fight how the mysterious soul sister seemed out of kilter and stared me down intently before I boarded the train. The government had tried really hard to thwart me that day. I'll never forget how strange it was when the westbound train mysteriously arrived on the east bound tracks. Or the cashier at Raising Canes chicken freaking out at an abrupt overflowing crowd of customers barging in for a meal but nowheres near a mealtime. "I have never seen a crowd like this since I've been working here." He had said.
My first thoughts after the Bears game was Dang. You know his teammates are gonna throw him a blanket party for sure!
But losing this wager wasn't what put me in a really good mood as I was very certain the Peek-A-Boos intentionally orchestrated the outcome of that game because of mysterious wagering leaks. No, no, no. Being a dictator like that wasn't what put my mind at ease. It was that second stupid dream I could get out of my head.
"You hurt people." Was all Spencer had spoken to me in the second dream.
I don't wake up to a bunch of little kids throwing empty peanut butter jars at my feet. I certainly don't have a finicky boo telling me it's "Her or the casino." I may try to ease up on the sports wagering after that $500.00 loss with a 16-15 Eagles win. It's like losing that bet helped me put the pieces together with assessing the second dream. Spencer wasn't implying I may be possibly hurting people by writing a book documenting the ignorance of my transgressors. My books don't sell anyways and I doubt anyone I know will ever take the time to read them to understand the aftermath of illegal profiling. I had worked hard on writing this book and I sure as hell wasn't going to throw it all away over a stupid dream meant to ward me away. If the athletes and horse jockeys are really that hell bent on getting an invitation to the White House after every sporting event I bet on that is THEIR problem. I'll gamble so much more knowing I have the ability to dictate like that. I'm smart enough to know that no rich person out there really believes walking the straight and narrow is really gonna get me a wife, house, and kids so sending me to Mary Haven treatment center for my gambling addiction would be a complete waste of money. Most likely the doctors there would encourage me to gamble and ensure me that I am a perfect candidate. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if they ink blotted out there Mary Jane doctors notes and issued me a gambling pass just so my free time wouldn't be spent doing karate chops in people's back yards as society would feel comforted by me trolling around a high security casino in my down time instead.
"You hurt people." he had stated in the dream.
Did I?
Or did those cheaters only end up "hurting" themselves?