Last night I had a dream.....
I was back on base with some of my shipmates, we'd just come back from a bar on Corry, when we
were stopped by three men in a SUV.
They look like your usual type of hostage taking criminal....
Black ski masks
MP5's (its a submachine gun)
and just a general pissed of attitude.
As we are getting tossed into this SUV, one of my friends decided to play hero
and wrestled one of the baddies. Seeing him struggling with this hard dog, i felt
compeled to help my friend. As I go in to do what i assume was some
kick ass finishing type move..
*Bang*
And I fall to the ground.
Id heard dying in a dream was supposed to be a scary thing..
but it really wasnt.
That being said. It made me, along with a conversation I had yesterday, think about the direction my life was going in and if Ive in fact accomplished anything at all.
For 24ish, Ive learned a skill most white people only dream to learn. Loved, lost and seen
someone else take my place. Ive been overseas and kick myself in the ass and joined the military.
I feel like I've done a lot. But im not fulfilled. I always want more. I want a little me eventually, a wifey and atleast a house and a dog. (no white picket fence though)
Dead would be robbing me of my great journey in life.
And im not about to let that happen. Not yet at least.