I had a weird nightmare last night. I seemed to have been someone else but couldn't remember what my name was. What I do remember was that I was in college and was arrested by a fanatical police officer who had been pursuing me for years. I remarked to him about how Lt. Gerald had finally captured his Kimball, but a better comparison would have been Javert finally capturing his Valjean, as the crime for which I was a
furnace fugitive and was now facing prison was not murder, but rather failure to pay a library fine. I was worried about how I was going to meet my obligations from a prison cell, but on the other hand was comforted by the fact that I would have plenty of time to read and study, which was especially good because I was auditing a class at the time of my arrest even though there was standing room only in the class. I remember thinking that if I had been using an alias, I might have avoided capture. I awoke feeling guilty; a feeling that lasted long after I was awake enough for reason to assure me this was just a dream.
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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
I still have Army dreams
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I did have a dream a few days ago about being back in Vietnam. What surprised me was that nothing had changed; something I know to be untrue from not only pictures and stories in the media but from the large number of imports that now say "Made in Vietnam".