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Oct. 13th, 2002 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishI had been thinking I don't remember many dreams lately, and then this morning I had one.
Some friend of mine had signed me up to join the army. I definitely hadn't done it myself or I would have picked the the Navy or the Coast Guard. Not much happened except they put a bunch of us on a bus and took us to a motel where 15 of us were assigned to a room. The only problem was that there were only three beds. Most everyone took off for a last night on the town before boot camp, but I was tired and stayed behind with one or two other girls. I looked at the beds; two of them were king-sized, and the other was really an oversized patio lounger - a metal frame with plastic strip across it. I really wanted to go to sleep, but I knew I would have to leave room for everyone who was coming back. For some reason I picked the patio lounger, and settled down onto the very edge of it. Later I opened my eyes, and noticed my feet were in the middle of the bed, so I moved back over to the edge.
Unfortunately in the real world, John had wanted to snuggle, and got upset with me when I moved over. I was just trying to make more room.
I don't know why I dreamed about joining the military - maybe because John was watching "Private Benjamin" yesterday. I toyed with the idea of applying to the Coast Guard Academy when I was in high school, but when I found out most of the classes were geared towards engineering, I gave up on the idea. I was hoping they had more in the way of oceanography. They also had some policy at the time that you could not have any large scars. I have a large bald patch on the top of my head where I was burned very badlly as an infant - I guess I thought that would have disqualified me. I do remember that one disqualifier was "acne so bad as to be disfiguring." Guess we can only have hansome unscarred people as officers in the military.
Some friend of mine had signed me up to join the army. I definitely hadn't done it myself or I would have picked the the Navy or the Coast Guard. Not much happened except they put a bunch of us on a bus and took us to a motel where 15 of us were assigned to a room. The only problem was that there were only three beds. Most everyone took off for a last night on the town before boot camp, but I was tired and stayed behind with one or two other girls. I looked at the beds; two of them were king-sized, and the other was really an oversized patio lounger - a metal frame with plastic strip across it. I really wanted to go to sleep, but I knew I would have to leave room for everyone who was coming back. For some reason I picked the patio lounger, and settled down onto the very edge of it. Later I opened my eyes, and noticed my feet were in the middle of the bed, so I moved back over to the edge.
Unfortunately in the real world, John had wanted to snuggle, and got upset with me when I moved over. I was just trying to make more room.
I don't know why I dreamed about joining the military - maybe because John was watching "Private Benjamin" yesterday. I toyed with the idea of applying to the Coast Guard Academy when I was in high school, but when I found out most of the classes were geared towards engineering, I gave up on the idea. I was hoping they had more in the way of oceanography. They also had some policy at the time that you could not have any large scars. I have a large bald patch on the top of my head where I was burned very badlly as an infant - I guess I thought that would have disqualified me. I do remember that one disqualifier was "acne so bad as to be disfiguring." Guess we can only have hansome unscarred people as officers in the military.
