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[tane_the_insane]

Last night, I dreamed I was in a closet. The shelves were high, almost out of my reach. My dad's berets, from where the U.S. Army still used colours, were lining the shelf. Just out of my reach was his maroon one, the one that meant the most to him. I pushed aside the blue, the black, all of them, trying to reach it. It stayed just out of my reach

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[shar_bernadotte]

I'm glad you have a sense of direction in your life. I sympathize about the dreaming; mine have been horrid as of late, too. But mine are more so about all of my fears and when I wake they leave me in an even worse place. I hope you do well in the military. Best of luck to you and I am sure that your Dad will be proud of you.