This dream seems like the scenario of a novel to me or a TV mini-series. I am somewhere out in the South West United States in the early 1960's. There is snow in the mountains and I'm walking down a mountain pass road to the desert down below. I hitch a ride on a semi truck. The driver says he will be stopping at a large truck stop in the desert on his way to Las Vegas. The truck stop is also a small airport. The parking lot is filled with trucks from all over the country. It is a hot sunny day. I feel a blast of heat as I climb down from the cab and head to main building and diner. The buildings are Quonset huts. The place has the feel of an old WWII era army airfield. I can see at least one mobile home that might be in use as a home or an office.
I walk toward the largest Quonset hut I see and it is a bar, and restaurant. It has a wide staircase and covered porch with a corrugated tin roof. I can see colored lights inside the darkened room and can hear country music blaring from within. As I approach the entrance of the diner a woman in her early 50's walks up along side me. She is dressed in gray coveralls with cuffed up pant legs and short sleeves. Her hair is slightly graying. How interesting! She is an aircraft mechanic! She seems a very lean, fit, confident woman. I can see her stop and turn back and we see a man catching up to her. The man is a pilot complete with leather jacket and aviator sunglasses. He has a flight chart folded and tucked under his right arm, and is carrying a brown ceramic cup of coffee in his left hand. He is a sort of rugged looking man, affable, with a knowing smile. Suddenly, it becomes obvious to me, these two people are a married couple. The airport and truck stop is a family run business. The have an adult son and daughter that run the bar and restaurant. The wife says to her pilot husband, "The kids have some surprise they'd like to show us up at the restaurant, Bill. Let's go and see what they are up to." They both seem to have some suspicion about what is about to take place. I discretely tag along curious as to what we may see.
Meanwhile, in the restaurant, the son, who is an early 20 something, athletic with Matt Damon good looks, with his slim attractive sister, a younger version of her mother, have gathered all the employees and customers around a central table. The restaurant and bar has been completely remodeled, and they are anxious to show off all the fruits of their labor with their parents for their approval. The proud parents walk into the dining room. I am standing outside listening and watching from a distance. I look closely at the outside wall of the building and I see the profile of an American Indian's head. The outline of it is painted red. It reminds me of an old Pontiac hood ornament with a swept back feathered head dress. I am then whisked away to a house somewhere near LasVegas. Here I see a mafia boss. He looks like the late actor Eddy Albert. The boss is in his accountant's home. The man is missing and so is a ton of the organization's money. Eddy is not happy! The accountant left in hurry and he has left a little dog behind. The dog is just a puppy. It is some kind of super intelligent and cute cattle dog breed. Eddy picks it up and holds it rather ominously in his hands. He is ranting endlessly about his money and what he plans to do to his accountant when he finds him to the two thugs with him.
Suddenly, I am transported back at the restaurant, standing outside. I see myself sped forward in time by 50 years. The days and nights flash by, waxing and waning. The Indian painting gets repainted many times and finally fades so much as to be barely discernible. The truck stop and airport changes over time. Buildings come and go along with thousands of trucks and planes. Finally, time comes to halt. and I see the dusty ruins of a once thriving business. I imagine the planes and trucks now take different highways, and flight paths into Vegas in this future time. Who knows if Vegas still exists. I suspect the kids might have somehow gotten a portion of the mobster's missing money in order to have done those renovations fifty years ago. I wonder what happened to all the players in this little melodrama? The kids would be senior citizens by now. The mobster and his accountant? I suppose they both got what they deserved. Maybe the accountant got away and repented of his illegal deeds? Eddy, I am sure, got 'whacked' is as often the fate of failed mobsters.
The dream makes for a great morality play perhaps. I am seeing a similar drama playing out with my family in the waking life. This dad dreams of building his own plane. Money, work and stressful living concerns are all undercurrents of my present awake state and probably influncing my subconscious and my dreams.
Another dream for the screen play and possible TV series file! Ha,ha! I should write this up as a treatment and pitch it to Hollywood. Maybe I can get rich off my feverish mind.
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