The Baler of Destiny

Thursday. September 20th. 1:45 pm.
I was having a conversation with my brother about a recent dream I had.  I had work at 2, and left the house at 1:50.  While on the way to start my shift, I remembered another portion of the previous evening's dream. I dreamt of the baler at work. The big ol' green bastard that molds loose cardboard in to a neatly packed cube.  In the dream, a co worker had told me that the baler was broken. I didn't really react. I figured, I dreamt this scenario because Thursday is the day that I make a bale. I thought to myself, that would be neat if my subconscious was laying out bread crumbs. Maybe I would go to work and find a 20 dollar bill next to the baler.

So I get to work, I go to the baler and look for anything different or strange. Part of me thought I might find an owl or something equally significant. On the front of the machine, there are ridges.  Ridges big enough to hold random items. Usually these items are damaged products or just loose tools. Hammers, screwdrivers, etc. Today, I noticed an orange toy, a hairspray bottle, packaging to a toy car, some gloves, and a pair of scissors. Nothing too odd. I go about my business and make the bale. When I'm done, I close the door (hatch?). Something falls off the ridge and on to the ground. It's the orange toy.

Which by further inspection, seems to be a cement mixer? I examine it closely. On the bottom, it says Made in China. But there's something else on the vibrant orange plastic.


7333, with the 7 kind of hiding behind the wheel. This is where my heart started beating fast. My chest was pumping, I was so freaked out. That is just TOO fucking weird, right? What are the Gods (BSG anyone?) Damn odds?







Immediately, this situation reminded me of the choosing process from 'Seven Years in Tibet'. The scene where they are trying to find the new Dalai Lama by exposing children to certain objects to see if they "make the right choice". A similar scene occurs in the 4th season episode of 'LOST', "Cabin Fever". Too weird man....too fucking weird.

-Dom

Chewing Tobbacky

Last night I had a dream about my home town of Ripon, California.  It's a common theme in my dreams. Spending 23 years in one town will do that to you I guess.  The first part of my dream, or at least the first part I remembered, took place in a liquor store. Nothing too unusual since I frequently go to liquor stores.  In the dream, I was buying items that I would have normally bought in my waking life.  Except for one thing. Chewing Tobacco.  The skoal kind in the round plastic tin. Let me just say, I don't smoke cigarettes and I have never even tried chewing tobacco. I honestly find it to be very disgusting and would never want it anywhere near my teeth or gums.  The dream continued and I eventually woke up and wrote down the events in a notebook, like I normally do.  The next morning, I go to work and have a very routine day. In the afternoon, I'm walking down the aisle and I see an object on the ground.  I reach down to pick it up and see that it's an empty tin of Skoal Chewing Tobacco.  Very strange.  I have never came across old tins of chewing tobacco in my every day life, yet alone at Big Lots.  Which by the way, does not sell tobacco products.  What an odd 11/11/11.

-Dom