A couple of hours ago I was typing an email when I got a new email alert, an email with an alarming title, so I switched over to the new email. It was a picture of a guy I know, a maintenance tech at a wire rope (steel cable) factory where I used to service machines. He was staring at me through the screen with lifeless eyes, his face visible but not much else, being covered by many turns of cable. He had been pulled into the machine and spooled up onto a large reel, and the machine did not stop when others rushed to the e-stop button.
I couldn't tell you exactly what the email said because it turns out that it was just a dream, but the idea that was conveyed somehow, was that they were blaming me for the accident. I reported to them last time I serviced that machine (in real life, 2 years ago), that the e-stop was not safe. It was wired into a PLC remote I/O input, which communicates to the CPU over ethernet, which then sends start/stop (not run/stop) signals over another ethernet cable to the VFD for the reel motor, so a loss of comms results in a runaway situation. I told them that it needed a minor redesign to have the e-stop hard wired to the drive. They brought the recommendation to the overseas OEM who of course said it was safe as designed, claimed that my proposal amounted to reverting to antiquated control methods, and discouraged them allowing 3rd party opportunists (me) making "undocumented" changes to their systems. So it was never addressed and I refused to do any more work on that machine. I think that is why I they don't call me anymore.
In the dream, the customer and/or the OEM had somehow misconstrued my recommendation to be the complete opposite, and made me look responsible for the badly thought-out e-stop. I was being sued. I started to come unraveled looking at the picture and then I woke up.
This is a real concern I have in my line of work so it is surprising that this is the first time I've had a dream like this. But what I don't understand is why now? It's been 2 years as I said since I was there, and nearly that long since I've even thought about it. I definitely wasn't thinking about it or anything even remotely related when I went to bed.
My dad has always claimed that he has dreamed of some of the very bad things that happened in his life immediately before they happened, like the unforeseen sudden deaths of both his parents, one of his brothers, and a couple of life altering accidents that happened to him. I'm a non-believer in such supernatural things, but on the same level he is a non-believer in the spinning fanciful yarns. So it's always been a point of doubt for me when I have a very intense, detailed, bad dream; the kind that seem so real that you have to force conscious self-reassurance that it was just a dream. I always know they aren't premonitions, but there's still a little lingering mental itch that just won't go away until I either go unplug that thing caught my house on fire or call that person who died and make sure they're ok.
So I guess the person I'll be calling in the morning (well, Wednesday morning since tomorrow is a holiday) is my insurance agent. Make sure (again) that I'm adequately covered for something like this.
Sorry for the book I just wrote here but I can't sleep, as the title claims, and I felt like pouring it out here might empty the head enough to go back to sleep. Good night, sweet dreams.
I couldn't tell you exactly what the email said because it turns out that it was just a dream, but the idea that was conveyed somehow, was that they were blaming me for the accident. I reported to them last time I serviced that machine (in real life, 2 years ago), that the e-stop was not safe. It was wired into a PLC remote I/O input, which communicates to the CPU over ethernet, which then sends start/stop (not run/stop) signals over another ethernet cable to the VFD for the reel motor, so a loss of comms results in a runaway situation. I told them that it needed a minor redesign to have the e-stop hard wired to the drive. They brought the recommendation to the overseas OEM who of course said it was safe as designed, claimed that my proposal amounted to reverting to antiquated control methods, and discouraged them allowing 3rd party opportunists (me) making "undocumented" changes to their systems. So it was never addressed and I refused to do any more work on that machine. I think that is why I they don't call me anymore.
In the dream, the customer and/or the OEM had somehow misconstrued my recommendation to be the complete opposite, and made me look responsible for the badly thought-out e-stop. I was being sued. I started to come unraveled looking at the picture and then I woke up.
This is a real concern I have in my line of work so it is surprising that this is the first time I've had a dream like this. But what I don't understand is why now? It's been 2 years as I said since I was there, and nearly that long since I've even thought about it. I definitely wasn't thinking about it or anything even remotely related when I went to bed.
My dad has always claimed that he has dreamed of some of the very bad things that happened in his life immediately before they happened, like the unforeseen sudden deaths of both his parents, one of his brothers, and a couple of life altering accidents that happened to him. I'm a non-believer in such supernatural things, but on the same level he is a non-believer in the spinning fanciful yarns. So it's always been a point of doubt for me when I have a very intense, detailed, bad dream; the kind that seem so real that you have to force conscious self-reassurance that it was just a dream. I always know they aren't premonitions, but there's still a little lingering mental itch that just won't go away until I either go unplug that thing caught my house on fire or call that person who died and make sure they're ok.
So I guess the person I'll be calling in the morning (well, Wednesday morning since tomorrow is a holiday) is my insurance agent. Make sure (again) that I'm adequately covered for something like this.
Sorry for the book I just wrote here but I can't sleep, as the title claims, and I felt like pouring it out here might empty the head enough to go back to sleep. Good night, sweet dreams.