Owning, I think, to an even more circumscribed life than usual (Winter, surgery) I have the most crowded, incident-packed dreams imaginable. Crowds of people - I spend most of my time alone: wild parties, long journeys, forever staying in hotels.
In a slight departure, last night I was gathering enormous field mushrooms along the hedge of the house where I used to live in Belfast.
Last night I dreamed I had been selected for BUD/S (SEAL) training and I was among a group of men in line, each receiving our t-shirts. Each shirt was pure white and had an insignia on the front lapel over the heart. I watched as the young man in front of me put his shirt on-- he was ripped. Very muscular, with impossibly broad shoulders and when he put his t-shirt on it looked three sizes too small for him. His biceps were bulging and the shirt sleeves about to burst like he was The Hulk. I got my shirt and noted that they had given me a large. I said to the other fellow that he could trade his shirt for a large if he'd like to and he told me that all the shirts were the same size. (yikes)
I put my shirt on and sat with all of the other trainees on a set of risers (bleacher benches) in the morning sun. I was thinking to myself that I hadn't yet told my wife that I was about to start months of training and so I called her to let her know that I'd have to cancel everything else on our calendar as my days would be full. She reminded me of a mandatory court appearance at the end of the month, where we had to appear before a Judge for a settlement conference on a pending lawsuit, which we can't miss. I began to fret a bit about how I was going to go about asking for a day of leave once the training program began.
Two nights ago, I had a very vivid dream of doing calisthenics with a group of Marines. I am probably the most out of shape 76-year-old couch potato around; and, yet I was keeping up with them! When I woke up, my heart was racing. I was in a heavy sweat as well.
I often have military dreams, but they are usually Air Force. I think what might have triggered this one was I had started watching a Netflix movie called War Machine. It is about a bunch of Marines stationed in Afghanistan.
I had a long and convoluted dream, which didn't involve the military, but did include spies. I started out at an outdoor market, where a large friendly pig wanted me to give him a lot of fuss and head scratches.
Then I was wandering round a fantasy version of Norwich city centre, crossing big, busy roads, to get to a large building where I had a room near the top. The lower floors were all offices for spies, and the upper floors had offices for small SF publishers, one of which had gone viral on social media, so all sorts of odd people were suddenly visiting the building and wandering around, to the consternation of the spies!
Two nights ago, I had a very vivid dream of doing calisthenics with a group of Marines. I am probably the most out of shape 76-year-old couch potato around; and, yet I was keeping up with them! When I woke up, my heart was racing. I was in a heavy sweat as well.
I often have military dreams, but they are usually Air Force. I think what might have triggered this one was I had started watching a Netflix movie called War Machine. It is about a bunch of Marines stationed in Afghanistan.
Physical limitations in this physical world have no bearing in the spiritual realm. Interesting similarity between your dream and mine.
I had a long and convoluted dream, which didn't involve the military, but did include spies. I started out at an outdoor market, where a large friendly pig wanted me to give him a lot of fuss and head scratches.
Then I was wandering round a fantasy version of Norwich city centre, crossing big, busy roads, to get to a large building where I had a room near the top. The lower floors were all offices for spies, and the upper floors had offices for small SF publishers, one of which had gone viral on social media, so all sorts of odd people were suddenly visiting the building and wandering around, to the consternation of the spies!
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I'll follow with interest!
In a slight departure, last night I was gathering enormous field mushrooms along the hedge of the house where I used to live in Belfast.
I put my shirt on and sat with all of the other trainees on a set of risers (bleacher benches) in the morning sun. I was thinking to myself that I hadn't yet told my wife that I was about to start months of training and so I called her to let her know that I'd have to cancel everything else on our calendar as my days would be full. She reminded me of a mandatory court appearance at the end of the month, where we had to appear before a Judge for a settlement conference on a pending lawsuit, which we can't miss. I began to fret a bit about how I was going to go about asking for a day of leave once the training program began.
I often have military dreams, but they are usually Air Force. I think what might have triggered this one was I had started watching a Netflix movie called War Machine. It is about a bunch of Marines stationed in Afghanistan.
Then I was wandering round a fantasy version of Norwich city centre, crossing big, busy roads, to get to a large building where I had a room near the top. The lower floors were all offices for spies, and the upper floors had offices for small SF publishers, one of which had gone viral on social media, so all sorts of odd people were suddenly visiting the building and wandering around, to the consternation of the spies!
Physical limitations in this physical world have no bearing in the spiritual realm. Interesting similarity between your dream and mine.
Keep an eye on the Russians!