Had a deusy of a dream last night...

And I've still got bits and pieces of it flying around in my head. So I thought I might encumber all y'alls consciousness with the dream's insanity. Here goes:

I found myself at a surveyor's convention of sorts that was being held in what was apparently a Mexican border town. It was turning from afternoon to evening and the population seemed to swell with those that made the event after a day's work. I quickly noticed everyone's little stick-on name tag also included their employers' names...except for those of us that frequent this RPLSToday forum. WE all had "BeerLeg" emblazoned upon our sticky.

Being afternoon in a border town the beer was flowing in red Solo cups. The carnival like atmosphere was similar to the football game atmosphere around here in Norman, OK., the only days it is perfectly legal to sell (and consume) cold beer outdoors within the public R/W. I was having a good time and there was, of course, live music to brighten the festivity.

While my name tag with the RPLSToday logo upon it was a great ice-breaker for conversation I was surprised that no one was recognizing me. My dream's version of Nate (who looked amazing like a young man I hired as a surveyor's helper once at a construction company and eventually went on to take the helm as general superintendent) pointed out to me my name tag had my 'given name' and not the name so many of you here would recognize. I enjoyed everyone's company and saw name tags from pretty much everyone that visits here. Of course not knowing what the majority of you all look like, my dream-center had to rely upon images of acquaintances from my memories. Some I can remember, some I can't. I do remember the 'Holy Cow' I met looked eerily similar to screen actor Wilford Brimley. Robert Hill was portrayed by a football coach I had in Jr. High. Our west Texas amigo 'Monte' was played by none other than the Duke hisself, John Wayne. While I didn't get to visit with him much, Jerry Penry was played by Sheriff Andy Taylor (in uniform) and had a busy discussion going on in the middle of the street about where the buried monument was most probably located. I can't make this stuff up. This dream was hilarious.

Someone let me in on the fact that Wendell had apparently rented out an entire hotel right in the middle of the fray and members could bunk there for free. I was a little tired and wanted to get my boots off. While the rooms in this hotel seemed to flow from one to the other (like a frat house party) I did manage to find a quiet spot in a corner with lots of sofa cushions as the bed. I do remember the waste basket in the corner was full of old tin Coca-Cola signs that no one seemed interested in because they were en Espa?ñol.

The only sanctioned activity that evening was going to be a seminar presented by a group of Texas surveyors that had taken up residency in tents on top of the two story building across the street from this hotel. I could see their tents and someone had a static unit cooking on the roof at one of the building corners. This was an indication to me the presentation wasn't quite ready to start since they probably hadn't processed their data yet.

I took the time to wander down the street (possibly to find my truck) to a parking lot. Guillermo Rodriguez (from the Jimmy Kimmel Show) was the uniformed security guard at the parking lot. He wouldn't let me get to my truck because it was north of the border...and we were south. This caused me some discomfort because I knew I didn't have my passport. I asked him how I got into Mexico without a passport and he laughed, saying "I don't know. It's your dream!"

I woke up tired. 😉