A military dream...
[I'm missing a lot at the beginning. I don't know where I'm at.] I'm on duty, possibly not military duty, with another girl who at first I don't recognize. It's my birthday [which was actually yesterday]. I'm talking to a Marine who has a little dog with one of its eyes all red. [I think it's a Pekinese.] I look around and lots of people have little dogs. The Marine puts the dog down and it runs off. I'm talking to the girl, and this is her first weekend, but I suddenly realize that I had duty with her last year, the same weekend, and it's her birthday too. I look around for the dog and it has disappeared. Me and the Marine look everywhere, then I realize that it has gotten out of the room. I go over to open one of the doors and continue my search. The doors are all glass with big round things you press to open them. This door opens but there's glass on the other side. I follow down the wall where the door should've slid apart and still nothing but glass. Then the door closes and I see where I can get out so I go back down, press the circle, and get into the hallway. I look back; the girl on duty with me is just sitting on the floor in a corner ignoring everyone. I can't help that so I just keep looking.
There are dogs everywhere, many of them kind of Pekinese looking, but none really little with one red eye. I see a dog go into a room. I look in. About half a dozen dogs, maybe more. From the door I can't tell if any of them are the little one. The Marine comes up and looks in but can't see it either. I walk into the room. Dogs scatter but I see the little one scamper off. I start walking towards it, and it's now that I realize I'm in my PJs without shoes. The floor is sticky with animal urine. Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! I dash out of the room, using really long strides. Yuck! I think the Marine goes in. I look in; the dogs are all talking to each other although I can't hear them. I see a big squirrel -- and now a couple of other squirrels -- and now I realize the dogs that were just kind of Pekinese looking are all Pekinese/squirrel hybrids.
I'm reassigned to an island. We're all walking to HQ for processing and I'm in uniform. I see some construction at the top of the island's big hill and realize that's where the new station will be built. Which means we'll still be in the crappy old wooden one. There are lots of squids and jarheads around which is very comforting to me. [I did love being in the Army, just got promoted beyond what I considered my capacity.] I don't remember much for a while, but then I'm walking somewhere along a sidewalk where I can see both the hill and the harbor. The 8th Fleet is in. Gosh, that's a beautiful site!! Lots and lots of little gray ships down below me. Then the namesakes of the ships start fighting in the sky. It's like a bunch of Greek gods having their own little battle up their amongst the clouds, very Hollywood F/X-y. Kind of weird though cuz not a lot of Navy ships are named after Greek gods. [Altho I know of one named Mars but it's named after a town in PA, not the god.] I duck into a building to avoid being shafted by some lightning.
I managed to pick the mess hall. I get something cold. Ah, it must be very hot outside. I wander away from the main seating area, but there's a wide hallway/dayroom setup so I take a seat and keep eating what looks like a big flat brick of white, God knows what it's made of. In the middle of it, I realize I have half a fudgsicle left so I eat that then go back to my big flat brick of white. It has the consistency of very cold cream cheese. Behind me I can hear a couple of guys talking. One's in a class, I think the other's a tutor, he's in jarhead uniform. I realize the jarhead is my ex-fiance. They're discussing Amygdala by Herman Hesse [honestly, that's how I heard it in my dream!]. At some point I realize it's Amydala, and possibly not Hesse. The guy in civvies is being a real shit, it's a poetry class and he's very resistant to the idea of using Amydala as the basis for a poem.
I want to stick around because I want to talk to Gary but next thing I know I'm walking down the hill. The buildings are a mixture of old temporary wooden buildings and some old brick buildings. [If you've never been on a military base, some of these temp buildings data back to WWI!] There's quite a bit of grass on either side of the wide sidewalk, typical of a marching route. There's a wooden walkway between two temp buildings that crosses over the sidewalk at 2nd story level, maybe 2nd and a half. I don't see any supports but those two buildings are closer to the sidewalk than the others. I'm still walking, looking for where I'm supposed to be, and passing lots of squids and jarheads.
[Then I get woke up by a marching band practicing at the football field a block away. There's no such book as Amydala and lots of people use this spelling for Queen Amidala from Star Wars. I did find a reference for a poem called "The 'Amydala'", but don't know whether that's a typo too, and the author was anonymous.]
There are dogs everywhere, many of them kind of Pekinese looking, but none really little with one red eye. I see a dog go into a room. I look in. About half a dozen dogs, maybe more. From the door I can't tell if any of them are the little one. The Marine comes up and looks in but can't see it either. I walk into the room. Dogs scatter but I see the little one scamper off. I start walking towards it, and it's now that I realize I'm in my PJs without shoes. The floor is sticky with animal urine. Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! I dash out of the room, using really long strides. Yuck! I think the Marine goes in. I look in; the dogs are all talking to each other although I can't hear them. I see a big squirrel -- and now a couple of other squirrels -- and now I realize the dogs that were just kind of Pekinese looking are all Pekinese/squirrel hybrids.
I'm reassigned to an island. We're all walking to HQ for processing and I'm in uniform. I see some construction at the top of the island's big hill and realize that's where the new station will be built. Which means we'll still be in the crappy old wooden one. There are lots of squids and jarheads around which is very comforting to me. [I did love being in the Army, just got promoted beyond what I considered my capacity.] I don't remember much for a while, but then I'm walking somewhere along a sidewalk where I can see both the hill and the harbor. The 8th Fleet is in. Gosh, that's a beautiful site!! Lots and lots of little gray ships down below me. Then the namesakes of the ships start fighting in the sky. It's like a bunch of Greek gods having their own little battle up their amongst the clouds, very Hollywood F/X-y. Kind of weird though cuz not a lot of Navy ships are named after Greek gods. [Altho I know of one named Mars but it's named after a town in PA, not the god.] I duck into a building to avoid being shafted by some lightning.
I managed to pick the mess hall. I get something cold. Ah, it must be very hot outside. I wander away from the main seating area, but there's a wide hallway/dayroom setup so I take a seat and keep eating what looks like a big flat brick of white, God knows what it's made of. In the middle of it, I realize I have half a fudgsicle left so I eat that then go back to my big flat brick of white. It has the consistency of very cold cream cheese. Behind me I can hear a couple of guys talking. One's in a class, I think the other's a tutor, he's in jarhead uniform. I realize the jarhead is my ex-fiance. They're discussing Amygdala by Herman Hesse [honestly, that's how I heard it in my dream!]. At some point I realize it's Amydala, and possibly not Hesse. The guy in civvies is being a real shit, it's a poetry class and he's very resistant to the idea of using Amydala as the basis for a poem.
I want to stick around because I want to talk to Gary but next thing I know I'm walking down the hill. The buildings are a mixture of old temporary wooden buildings and some old brick buildings. [If you've never been on a military base, some of these temp buildings data back to WWI!] There's quite a bit of grass on either side of the wide sidewalk, typical of a marching route. There's a wooden walkway between two temp buildings that crosses over the sidewalk at 2nd story level, maybe 2nd and a half. I don't see any supports but those two buildings are closer to the sidewalk than the others. I'm still walking, looking for where I'm supposed to be, and passing lots of squids and jarheads.
[Then I get woke up by a marching band practicing at the football field a block away. There's no such book as Amydala and lots of people use this spelling for Queen Amidala from Star Wars. I did find a reference for a poem called "The 'Amydala'", but don't know whether that's a typo too, and the author was anonymous.]