WEIRD Recurring dream
Last night I have a very vivid dream, about the third time in the last year and it's all the same.
I re-enlisted in the Navy, and was shipped off to war on an aircraft carrier. It all seemed so comfortable, so right. I loved it!
I always enjoyed the Navy, and being at sea in general, because of the isolation and beauty of simplicity. Surrounded by horizons of water, so much of it that you can see the curvature of the Earth. Pretty clouds, the gentle sway of the ocean, and at sea, everyone is really alone with their thoughts.
In my dream, I've got my dungarees on - yes the silly bell bottoms and the prison shirt with my name stenciled over the right front pocket. Those clothes were always so comfortable and easy to take care of. My shift was 12 hours on and 12 hours off, and I liked the night shift the best. And I felt like I was an integral part of a well-oiled machine - a ship.
And I could smell diesel fuel too - the smell of jet fuel and the signature smell of a carrier.
I have fun with these dreams, but don't know what they mean. Am I longing to finally find closure over my gay discharge from the Navy? Is this being stirred up in my current life since I'm working so much, like I did in the Navy, and am regaining that sense of belonging in a different circumstance? Have I been watching and liking the gay Army character in the L Word and identifying with her in a sub-conscious way?
All very interesting. I like my dream world. I hope I dream again tonite.
I re-enlisted in the Navy, and was shipped off to war on an aircraft carrier. It all seemed so comfortable, so right. I loved it!
I always enjoyed the Navy, and being at sea in general, because of the isolation and beauty of simplicity. Surrounded by horizons of water, so much of it that you can see the curvature of the Earth. Pretty clouds, the gentle sway of the ocean, and at sea, everyone is really alone with their thoughts.
In my dream, I've got my dungarees on - yes the silly bell bottoms and the prison shirt with my name stenciled over the right front pocket. Those clothes were always so comfortable and easy to take care of. My shift was 12 hours on and 12 hours off, and I liked the night shift the best. And I felt like I was an integral part of a well-oiled machine - a ship.
And I could smell diesel fuel too - the smell of jet fuel and the signature smell of a carrier.
I have fun with these dreams, but don't know what they mean. Am I longing to finally find closure over my gay discharge from the Navy? Is this being stirred up in my current life since I'm working so much, like I did in the Navy, and am regaining that sense of belonging in a different circumstance? Have I been watching and liking the gay Army character in the L Word and identifying with her in a sub-conscious way?
All very interesting. I like my dream world. I hope I dream again tonite.