Another work Dream

Date: 5/27/2022

I’m driving my work car by a lake that’s by my old neighborhood. Speeding cars zoom by me. One in car particular, a Tesla, I notice as I make a left turn and start to drive up a small incline of a hill. The Tesla is on the opposite road. Ahead of it is a big van. The Tesla swerves around the van and continues to down the opposite direction. Shortly after, one of my drivers calls in on the radio. His name is Mike. Yesterday, in real life he told me that he has to leave his route (522) early to go to a doctors appointment so I promised him I’d stick a rookie with him to finish his garbage route. The rookie’s name is Edric and it will be his first time driving by himself. He’s been training with Mike for a while so I think it’s time. Anyways Mike calls in on the radio “This is Mike on route 522. I don’t know about the rook, but I’m heading into the company and I’m leaving.” I reach for my radio to say something but don’t. Another driver dials in. This particular driver, Nick, delivers garbage carts around the city. On the radio he begins to question my roster decisions. “Lateef is going to put a rook out there by himself?” Another driver chimes in. “I don’t know about that one.” I reach for the radio because they know I can hear them talking about me. But before I answer back, Edric radios in. Usually at the end of a garbage route, a driver radios to our dispatch team to check to see if any customer called for misses. They say something like this: “route 522 checking for missed calls?” But for whatever reason, Edric can’t get his route number right. Which is 522 “348 checking for calls?” He attempts again. Some route numbers I can’t make out, but I know that each number he calls out is wrong. And in between that, Nick is still talking crap about me. Finally I chime in. “Say it’s to my face Nick.” I reach to put the radio back on the connector. But now I’m outside of the truck, walking up the hill and for some reason my foster brother, Tray is now with me (one of my dream signs to let me know I’m lucid..because we haven’t lived together in almost 10 years). I still have a radio in my hand. A walkie talkie. Nick hasn’t responded to me. I dial in again. “That’s what I thought Nick. Crickets.” “What?” I hear him respond. My brother and I laugh and keep walking. Then I wake up.