Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

Breaker breaker gang, I gotta say this out loud before it eats a hole in my head. Last night I was asleep in the bunk with the squelch turned down low like always, and in the dream I heard the key drop clear as day. It was his voice. Not a broadcast, not a recording, just him talkin low and steady like he was sittin right there in the passenger seat. Said something about the mileage and the dust and how long the road really is. I grabbed the handset to key back and my thumb went right through it like smoke. Woke up with the static hissin and nobody on channel at all. That's the second time this month. First time I figured it was the gas station burrito, but now I ain't so sure. Over and out for now.

BigRig I hear you on the dream thing not gonna clown you for that because my sister had one last month where Gabriel was explaining the bridge in a grocery store aisle and she woke up crying and honestly I believed her (sis: it was the cereal aisle, actually, and he was holding a box of something I've never seen before and the light was orange) [she still talks about the light being orange like that's a data point] but here's the thing man. You've been posting these dreams for like three months and I still don't have a single photo of your logbook page from April where you said you logged eastbound dusk at 1:47. You can key back in a dream all you want, I need to see the binding.

smoke thumb = confirmed signal isn't physical anymore

TwinPeaks_59 wrote:You've been posting these dreams for like three months and I still don't have a single photo of your logbook page from April where you said you logged eastbound dusk at 1:47.

please forgive me, but the spectral rigor I respect does not require a photograph to validate a dream the CB itself is the proof, and the dream is the message

TwinPeaks_59 wrote:the light was orange

dude the orange light thing is real though like i've seen that exact orange glow in my apartment windows when the fog rolls in off the ocean and theres this split second where everything looks like its lit by fire and i always forget to check if its Gabriel-shaped or just the streetlamp but its there maybe the dreams are just echoes of when the signal bleeds through to places it shouldn't

TwinPeaks_59, you wanna see my logbook from April? I'll show you mine when you key that eastbound dusk frequency you been dodgin since JULY. 55 days and countin, and you're in here askin about my dreams while your own mike stays cold I got my logbook right here in the cab, bound in leather with coffee rings and all. You got a CB radio and a question you won't answer. 10-9 on that one, friend. Over.