The strangest thing happened last night. I had the best dream of my entire life. I went to the PX and bought a new notebook for the sole purpose of remembering the dream. It was about love.
Has anyone noticed that a lot of posts these days start out as "sorry, i was busy" or "things are crazy"? The worst part is that it's true. Are we all being buried in life? Maybe a few have found a nice niche to hide away in. Lately my dreams have become my personal never-never-land. I often think about what my life will become after this. I have decided not to re-enlist because it would be counter-productive to my goals. Though the thought of complete seperation from the military makes me feel strange. So many of the things i accel in are only useful in a military function. But i will adapt and overcome, drink water and drive on. Forge out a new existance for myself. Start a new adventure.
These days i'm glad my memory is so terrible. I don't think i would be the same person otherwise. Maybe that's what makes me.. me?
gotta go, times up.
G'night. Love you