Cement Trucks

The dream this morning takes place at a cement company. I am driving a car around the cement factory. There are big cement trucks driving in every direction. It is a busy morning at the cement company. Many cement trucks are loaded and leaving for projects and off to job sites.

Crazy me, I am driving like a mad man, around the place. I am trying to pass a truck. I shift my butt from behind the steering wheel to the front passenger side in order to get a better view. I am driving with my left foot on the accelerator and my left hand on the wheel. The trucks rumble and belch black diesel fumes. The cement turns in the giant barrels and I can hear the gravel crunch under tires and see dust clouds rise up behind the trucks as they drive away. I wake up at this point.

Yesterday I drove out from a gas stations after filling up and I saw a huge cement truck pulling up from a side street on my left. I think it made quite an impression on me. It is not something I see everyday.

The simple interpretation of seeing cement trucks suggests that firm and concrete ideas, and plans are being set into motion. My reckless driving suggests I am being impatient with the process. I have a dream and a desire to have a family, a home and a more stabile, secure life. I want to settle my debts.

Reality, I have no conscious plan to get there other than hammer away at it. I never seem to get any traction in this life. I have no grand plan really. I just nibble at the edges of all my troubles. I just hope that I can finish the race before the race finishes me.

Interesting thing about concrete. It needs to be constantly turning, it needs lots of water, and it cannot travel all that far. Concrete requires quick action, major planning and finesse. You only get one shot to pour and level it. There is not much room for error or fixing any mistakes because it sets up fast.

Life can be like pouring concrete sometimes. You don't get too many do overs. The real world can be brutal and unforgiving. Sigh!

I am wondering if my unconscious self has a plan? Is unconscious me going to sabotage conscious me or is he hatching a plan for our mutual success?



Many of the Tarot readings I have seen for me this month, feature the Tower card. This card generally speaks to old ways of doing things collapsing to make way for new growth. Frankly, I am getting sick of being in a seeming never ending state of destruction and rebirth. This old Phoenix wants to finally rise up and crush all his enemies and the obstacles that have haunted him in this life. I want to go Godzilla on Tokyo in the metaphorical sense. I suppose a genuine authentic Phoenix has no desire for vengeance. That part has been burned out of him.

Have I built up any good karma? Have I squandered it? Perhaps I should not question such things as it might not go favourable for me to do so? My head hurts. Time to calm the monkey mind and vegetate for bit I reckon.