Even My Goddamn Dreams Are Boring.
Last night I dreamed I was at home in the middle of winter. I was heading downstairs, during night, and saw someone running off with a lamp in the sun room. It wasn't a valuable lamp and he didn't take anything else, and was rushing amazingly fast through the snow and out to the pond. That is it.
Mostly, I post this 'cause...it's so weird to not just remember a dream, but a simple, direct, plausible one. Nothing out of the ordinary happened in this dream beyond a robber and the house and stuff in it was perfectly correct, and the lamp I speak of IS no big loss. Which is...weird. I am going home for December, so maybe it's a portent of things to come.
EDIT: Well, I met with Howe again who gave me a ride home from the commissary and told me every base for peeps in our line of work stinks. Great. Although I can apply for a tour of just a couple (?!) months on a ship. Also the buttload of temp/maintenance sailors just outside the barracks they should be de-festing of ants told me they wanted my job. Hmm.
Mostly, I post this 'cause...it's so weird to not just remember a dream, but a simple, direct, plausible one. Nothing out of the ordinary happened in this dream beyond a robber and the house and stuff in it was perfectly correct, and the lamp I speak of IS no big loss. Which is...weird. I am going home for December, so maybe it's a portent of things to come.
EDIT: Well, I met with Howe again who gave me a ride home from the commissary and told me every base for peeps in our line of work stinks. Great. Although I can apply for a tour of just a couple (?!) months on a ship. Also the buttload of temp/maintenance sailors just outside the barracks they should be de-festing of ants told me they wanted my job. Hmm.