Another twisted dream...

I have a couple saved up from the last couple of nights...

I was back in the army. We were in some training area training on tanks. Our Sqn (C) had been picked to represent the Regiment at the next Canadian Army Trophy (CAT). I have no idea what the year was. We were doing Troop training, which means that the 4 tanks in our troop were practising moving as a troop and conduction various drills and SOPs. We stopped for a break, and me and my gunner, Jay, walked through a treeline to watch another troop manouevre. I explained to him how the troop was moving and the tactics involved.

After a while we walked back through the treeline to our tanks. When we got through we found that the tanks were gone. We thought that maybe we took the wrong path trough the trees and went back into the woods to try to find a different path. We always came back to the same area, so we decided to set off and try to find the troop. So we began to wander around the training area in search of our troop. After many hours of wandering we came back to the actual base area. I knew somehow that we were on the eastern side of the base, and had to go western part to get to our unit lines.

It seems that there was a Brigade sports day happening, and we looked mighty curious in our combat gear travelling across sports field towards our lines. Somewhere along the way I lost Jay and it was just me. I finally got to the unit lines and there was a big crowd of folks in PT Gear getting ready to participate in the sports. I entered our hangar and was quickly heading towards where I knew our troop would be parked, when I brushed by a fellow member of the Sqn. All of a sudden I seen a huge flash and then blackness.

I awoke in my bed in the barracks. I glanced at the clock to find out it was 0825 hours and I was obviously late for work. My head really hurt and I was in no hurry to get ready for work. As I was getting ready, a friend showed up. I told him the story of the day before, ending with the flash of light and then nothing. I mentioned that I had just brushed past that blonde haired friend of ours... some guy named Jim or something, but I couldn't remember his last name. As I held my pounding head in my hands, I looked up towards my friend and noticed his name tag was REID. It was then I discovered that he was the guy I had brushed by. I felt elation as I knew he was in the area that I last remember, and could fill in the gaps of my memory. I asked him what he seen. He said; well Chris you brushed by me and then I hit you.

It took me a moment to digest this. Here is a guy that is my friend, who just told me he hit me for some reason. I did the only thing I could think of and asked him why? He told me that the rest of the Sqn resented me because I was brought back into the army and was getting more attention than the guys that had been in for the 5 years that I'd been out of the army. They didn't like that I came back in as a Sgt, and that I had an air of superiority over them. Now this got me thinking. I still had some doubts that I was actually back in the army officially, by that I mean that I was getting paid. I thought I was offering advice to the younger guys, not being an "air of superiority".

Along about then another soldier showed up. He gave me a piece of paper from my Troop Warrant, Dan Stearns. On it was a shopping list for the upcoming troop party. Apparently the Sergeant Major had left it up to Dan to punish me, and his idea of punishment was to make me buy everything for the troop party. Fair enough I thought. I looked at the list of party supplies and found the obvious, a case of every beer the beer store sold, a box of pretzles, a gross of beef jerky, a large pickle, an original book of Tom Sawyer, and an original Wagner flight of the dutchman. So I naturally thought that this doesn't sound right. Dan would never ask for anything so couthfull.

As I considered my options, I realized I wasn't in the barracks, but in a bedroom in a PMQ(Private Married Quarters), and my better half just walked in the front door. She was a pleasant looking gal, with curves in all the right places, and I wondered where the heck she came from. My wonderment was ended by the instantaneous bitching she started in on me. Apparently I wasn't much of a boyfriend, being more in love with beer than her. As I wandered around the place, I was surprised to find an unkempt place, which is not my style.

From here the dream regresses into a booze filled, senior citizen loving kind of madness that should not be published anywhere, at any time.