I had a dream last night–the only unusual thing about that is that I remembered it at all. The content, however, was unusual: when I dream, it’s usually about some adventure with an action-movie plot, and has a costar drawn from the list of girls on whom I have had a crush. Last night’s, however, was different: I was going through boot camp, which was difficult and stressful, and I didn’t recognize anyone else there.
I think this was my subconscious’s way of trying to remind me that joining the Army to fly helicopters won’t be all fun. Silly id, trying to overpower the ego.
As it happened, by the end of the dream, a cute female instructor had asked me to go shooting with her during our next leave time (presumably after graduation from boot). Conclusion: I am a guy.
I was going through boot camp, which was difficult and stressful, and I didn’t recognize anyone else there.
Ok, that’s what’s known as “foreshadowing.”
That’s pretty much it.
a cute female instructor had asked me to go shooting with her
Paging Dr Freud.