I had another dream last night. I usually remember them easier if I wake up immediately after having them. This was one of those.
The dream goes like this. We’re in Iraq. Soldiers are sitting around a room with some connected tables and cots. I don’t know if I am a soldier in this dream or a journalist or just a casual observer, as if I’m watching some sort of military documentary. I’m pretty sure I’m not a soldier. I could never be a soldier.
The soldiers have just had some kind of defeat…either military or just a physical defeat from being there so long. Our squad leader, a woman, probably of Hispanic decent poses the question, “Alright, who wants to go home?” At first we all look at each other. One person pipes up and then another soldier says “yes” also. Our of 25 or so soldiers, only 2 want to go home. I’m not sure if the option to go home was scheduled or if it is a special option just for this squad. So then they call out a Hummer to get the 2 that want to go home.
I don’t know what the dream is supposed to mean. Am I being given the option to give up on the battles of life and “just go home?” I have got to fight. We’ve all got to fight when life throws us curve balls. And from what I’ve seen about life for a soldier in Iraq, it can get pretty difficult.