The claw

Date: 4/29/2022

I drive my supervisor truck out to meet with a customer complaining about one of my drivers leaving trash all over the block after they service. Turns out the customer lives in my old neighborhood. I assess the situation and see tons of debre poking out of bushes, scattered through the grass. The neighbor comes out and I shake his hand. There are other neighbors out as well trying to pick up with trash we can. As I am talking to the customer, I notice a trash bin that is not familiar with the company I work for. I ask a lady on who is cleaning up how long they’ve had the bins that aren’t from my company and she said for about 5 years. I find that odd but go back to talking to the customer. Apologizing and all that jazz, and we go over our options about how to clean up the mess. I offer a bulky item collection service to him and all of his neighbors . Basically one of our rear load trucks would come by and dump all of the mess into the truck, crushing it from the rear. As I’m discussing these options with the customer I notice a garbage truck coming up the block that is not with my company. The truck starts emptying the trash bins that don’t belong to us as well. Standard garbage trucks have something that we call the “claw” which is a long arm connected to the side of the truck and it reaches out and grabs the garbage bins and dumps the trash. That’s what this garbage truck had BUT what was funny was that it wasn’t dumping the trash into the hopper, the belly of the truck, no! This truck was grabbing the cans with its claw and dumping the opposite direction, onto the street! Onto the neighbors lawns and all of that jazz! Dream me had to laugh out loud! Then I turned to the customer and told him “you’re aware that my garbage company isn’t the only trucks servicing your block and I’m pretty sure that this truck.” And I pointed at the real culprit. “This is the truck causing all of this mess in the neighborhood!” The customer played dumb. He still was bent on the situation being caused by my company. So, I did what I’d normally do. I pulled out my phone and started recording the actual truck causing the mess so that I can make my company aware. I soon would find out that this was a mistake my friends… Out of nowhere, like whoever was driving the truck has a speaker of a mega phone connected to the truck, started talking. And he starting talking to me. “Hey (the name of my garbage company here) look at you recording me doing my job! Just cause your company makes the big bucks now! You guys think you can patrol other garbage companies too!” This garbage truck was mad. Mad at me for recording him. And now his attention had turned to me. And he turned his truck, aimed his claw at me and started chasing me throughout the neighborhood. He chased me and chomped at me with that big claw until I could actually feel my heart pounding. And finally I woke up. This was a doozy of a dream. I hate to dream about work, but these days, in my early 30’s , that place consumes me. I work the grave shift hours and I go home and I have these dreams that are intense because of my lack of sleep. I enjoy them for what they are, and I appreciate the lucidity whenever God allows it. I think this dream in particular speaks to how much time I spend in that place. It is what it is. Insha’allah in one month I’ll be spending 2 weeks In Paris for the first time. Here’s to hoping my dreams are consumed with things that I want to actually see an “Eiffel” of 👀 👁