All I can remember is wanting to buy some lot of land that had an old house, a line of evergreen trees, and square stones in the “garden” that have been overgrown by weeds.
I didn’t care about the house, I just really felt I needed to buy the land.
It was in an enclave with downtown buildings within view and it was cloudy in that weird horror/apocalyptic movie kinda way.
I remember telling a couple of documentary filmmakers about how I saw pumpjacks in almost every field on my way to Shreve and how, at the time, I thought it was some “normal” part of farming we just didn’t have near where I grew up. Then my alarm went off.
The first time I heard about fracking was when the news kept talking about the earthquakes it was causing, but I thought it was mostly an issue in northeast Ohio.
In May, I was dropping my boss at her car which had a “No Fracking Way!” bumper sticker and I made a joke about Battlestar Galactica and, again, didn’t really care much about looking up fracking.
Then, I drove to Shreve one random Saturday and wondered why there were so many pumpjacks (I always associated them with oil in Texas and expected them to be larger). I looked it up and couldn’t find information on the “oil wells” in the area.
In July, I visited my hometown and found construction of some kind of pipeline. I thought it was a water line for a new road and maybe new houses. It even went across train tracks. The following week, my dad said it was for natural gas. THAT’S when I thought I’d look into it.
It ended up being a natural gas line taking gas from Pennsylvania to New Orleans for a larger profit. I even found a “letter” from one of the people in charge of approving the gas line, claiming the liquid (or is it a gas? They actually had a battle over what to call it!) was non-toxic posted on the natural gas company site.
I looked up maps (like those ones with dots of were wells were planned/in production), but at the time, there were none in Pickaway County. I thought, well, maybe it’s just a pipeline…?
Now, in August, I went through east/northeast Ohio and saw fracking well/storage tanks EVERYWHERE, including one next to some cows that were losing fur. I found out later, there was an unexplained massive fish die-off earlier this year in that same area. I looked up maps again – there are now “dots” in Pickaway.
Knowing how conservative my hometown is, I’m sure they haven’t heard about the negatives of fracking and are pro-business, anti-regulation, and pro-domestic sources of oil/natural gas. They (generally) are not the type to watch documentaries.
Fracking is so new in this area and is happening so fast, that I hope my parents find a better place to live where they don’t need to worry about a potential well only a few hundred feet from their doorstep.
This is what lead to my last two remembered dreams…
…about eight years ago, I dreamed that there were a couple of pumpjacks in a farm down the road. (I’ll link it if I find the dream online somewhere).
When that dream happened, I questioned if it had anything to do with the black shale my dad found a large chunk of when I was in high school. It’s weird how the mind works.
I remember a short dream about a childhood friend, Jeff*, buying a farm off of Main Street, just west of the funeral home and he helped (somehow) build a natural gas injection well on the property. He was wearing eye protection and it was like he was being interviewed on the news. He said he saw all this empty farmland and its economic potential and was disappointed that no one else had wells. He planned to buy up the land and put in wells.
I was pissed – it’s bad enough that they’re putting in a pipeline near my parents’ house, but a well was WAY worse.
Another dream I remember was being at a conference in some three or four-star hotel and I remember wanting water, but was afraid of being charged for it (like Marriott does). There were beds in the dining areas to save money. The colors were the general hotel beige and pastel maroon.
This merged into being on a dock or something and having a conversation with someone and he eventually said why he was talking to me – he and others were looking for donations to paint a barn at the far end of the dock. It was peeling paint and I remember rubbing off the loose pieces, but I didn’t think it needed painted. I felt mean when I told him it wasn’t needed and I didn’t have money to spare and later said I’d help paint or sand, but can’t give money.
One other dream was simply sitting on a bench between some college buildings. I think there was a large roof over the main buildings and I remember just sitting there trying to remember the place. I remember there was a parking garage outside to my left.
* Name was changed.
Update: Jeff actually works in environmental protection. Go figure.
I remember waking up to a hail storm and was able to look out a large second-story window and see my car get totaled from the hail and it even flipped upside down from the wind.
I woke up and thought, “Oh, it was just a dream. Darn!” I went outside and my car was destroyed and upside down. I was so happy! I went around and looked at downed trees and other destruction happily telling people my insurance is going to pay for a new car!
I even remember talking to my co-workers about it lol.
I somehow ended up in a larger version of my living room and my dad was over to hang up a picture or something, but he was like, in his 30s. I then was like, “But wait…”
“…that means …I’m…still…dreaming…”
The lucidity didn’t break, so I looked around the room and there was a guy that looked like Woody Harrelson and some other guy. I think Harrelson had a gun or something and the other guy a coffee mug?
I told them they weren’t real and that they’re from my subconscious. I told the guy I didn’t recognize that I must have seen him in an ad or commercial or something.
I woke up again and later ended up in a neat lobby with nice couches, multi-level overlooking areas, and lots of light.
Tim* walked over with some blond chick, who was a bit too flirty for public. I think there was another girl on his other side.
I was telling others about my dreams and Tim starts just laying it out saying I focus too much on my dreams and talk about them like they are real while others my age are out living their lives at clubs and whatever.
I got defensive and tried to explain dream recall helps with memory and creativity.
Then I woke up for real.
* Name was changed.