Weird dreams.............

It's 6:45am and I just woke up. I'm on several different medication.....some to help my actual medical issues....and other to treat the side effects of those medications. One of the side effects is insomnia.....and for that I take serequel to help sleep.
When I first tried it over a year ago it caused horrible nightmares that would have me waking up screaming and shaking. I was terrible. But now it just makes me dream MORE.....more vividly, I guess......and I'm better able to remember my dreams. This is not necessarily a good thing as they are usually not nice, happy dreams......but since I started taking it about 6 weeks ago I haven't had 1 nightmare.........so I can live with that.
Which brings us to the reason for this post (is there EVER really a "reason" for a blog post other than the pompous want to have others read your random thoughts......back in the day, one would just find a soapbox, stand on a corner and ramble on about the state of thing. Some passers-by would listen.....agree or disagree.....and then move on to the next thing in there life.
But a blog makes all the world your own little street corner.........and like the tortured Detective Wyatt Cain who has to watch the torture of his family over and over again in the "Wizard Of Oz" remake "Tin Man."
blah blah blah. (which is now forever playing over and over and over again on my own personal street corner!)

OK, so the point of all that is that I woke up dreaming AGAIN.....like ever morning. Another strange dream. I was a (female) officer in WWII and our unit was holed up in a small building......a basement where the livestock were kept, I believe. I can't remember the mission, but it had something to do with making sure something was blown up on time. (a la most of the WWII movies where they have to make sure that such and such is done on time or the Good Guys won't be able to complete their mission.......they have a small peripheral mission....but, unknowningly, the fate of the future lies in their ability to perform this small, but critical, task.)
So we are holed up waiting for the tide to come in (our building is right on the river's edge). We have a skiff that SSG X was in charge of earlier on. After his shift was up a young female civilian who has been helping us goes out to sit with the skiff. In my dream, I saw SSG X plant a bomb/mine under one of the slate type rocks that are all over where the skiff is kept. It was meant to kill anyone who would go near the skiff........it was meant to kill either the civilian helping us or one of our own troops. He was a traitor. I saw this in my dream....but my 'character' was unaware of what he had done.
So Mme Y goes out to the river's edge to watch the skiff, but my character had a flash of intuition and 'knows' that something's wrong (in real life, I call that "Mom Radar"). My character tells her to just sit on the stone wall and watch the skiff but she is not to go down to it.
After I go back to our lair, the troops are in their own groups.....some sleeping....some playing acey-duecy. (which I know NOTHING about except I know that it's a game that the Marines, Navy and Merchant Mariners made their own......and that's the lamentation part of this rambling and off-the-wall post). SSG X, was playing....however, he kept loudly protesting the fact that Mme Y was not AT the boat. On and on it went. He kept at it for about an our and a half. Finally, I had enough and got in is face and ordered him to to not say another word as I had my reason for positioning her where I did and that was that. He looked at me and immediately said "Colonel, blah blah blah".......it was some sort of appeal to the Colonel (that was the first time I was aware that the COL was there or that the TOC was over on the other half of the 'room'...........such are dreams). This just blew me up....I gave a lawful order and he was blatantly disobeying and disregarding it..........and in front of all the men..........and my own commander. SSG X was the typical loud-mouthed lout portrayed in most movies.
Here's where the dream is fuzzy. I remember that I went back over to him....got in his face and let him know what was what........all with the COL quietly standing there with his hands on his hips. (He was a short, slightly built black man with a quiet authority about him.................I think this was a real-life battalion commander that I knew recast).
After that, I left and went to the water's edge with Mme X. She was just throwing the anchor into the water and this was SUPPOSED to hit the mine and blow us up. But it didn't. (Another weird dream thing......my character only FELT something was wrong.....but the omniscient narrator of this story would sometimes merge with my charactor so that I knew more than I actually knew......if that makes any sense.....which dreams seldom do).
So I'm trying to get the anchor to hit this mine while we are safely at a distance so that I can prove what SSG X did.
I am unable to do this and head back to the troops. I stomp up to SSG X and sucker punch him in the face. Troops jump up and grab both of us and pull us away from each other.
The COL steps away from the TOC and just watches with his hands on his hips.
And as most of the WWII movies play out, I tell SSG X that Mme Y is dead. (This is a bluff on my part...she is fine and on her way down the river in the skiff to do whatever it was that she had to do) The troops gasp. He has no reaction. I tell him that a bomb was there and killed her and that I managed to swim to shore. He smirks and laughs.........and then comments that it's too bad that I didn't die too..........and that I was the one that REALLY deserved it. Especially because women shouldn't be officers. I sucker punch him again and accuse him of planting the bomb. He laughs and takes credit for his (as he sees it) heroic feat. The other troops are agast that one of their own could have down this. The only thing worse than a traitor is a coward (or maybe it's the other way around.....I can't remember). They now have a different look in their eyes as they look at the both of us. It has changed from shock at a female officer sucker-punching an older, more experienced NCO in front of all the troops to realization that he was a traitor and tried to kill any one of them.
I stepped back and told the men to "take care of him" and turned and walked away. The COL was still watching.....and then gave a nod of approval to me....and then turned and walked back to the TOC as if nothing had happened.
The men surround SSG X and "take care of him."
I stalked back out to the water's edge to survey all that had happened.
OK.....so at this point I wake up...........although I was "in and out" throughout the whole dream.
Now Psych 101 could tell anyone what most of this dream is about and how it relates to my real life. Especially with my ex-husband regularly telling my daughter how he wants to kill me......and that's the first thing he would do if he got sick or had cancer.
BUT, that's not what struck me most when I woke up.
Instead, it was how technology has changed things for our soldiers.
Here's the thing.....
Back in the day..........for decades................soldiers, sailors, marines, etc were family. Now each was its OWN family who, at times, were at odds with the OTHER families. Squids vs Doggie Soldiers vs Jar Heads....etc etc.
But, it didn't matter what the situation was..........anywhere in the world.........if someone was traveling and found out that this other person was a fellow soldier, he was IMMEDIATELY and WITHOUT QUESTION family. Immediately trusted. And an instant bond had formed. No "getting to know each other" or anything. They immediately had each other's back...........and knew that they could count on each other for anything. Such is the way of being IN the military or married to the military.
That still holds true today..............BUT technology has eaten away at that.
Times gone by, a couple of marines waiting for a flight would have immediately struck up a friendship and started a game of acey-duecy. Now, they probably don't even notice each other. One is playing immersed in a video game and the other has his eyes closed with a set of head phones on.
For some reason, THIS is what was on my mind as I woke up. The loss of that automatic gravitating to each other............and it being largely replaced with each in his own virtual world. No longer seeking each other out.......no longer striking up instant friendships. Just isolation and oblivion.
That's very sad.
(And at some other time I will relate MY OWN experience of that "instant family" that still makes me feel proud that I was a military family member)
Not now though............I've been typing and thinking for over an hour now and I have a ton of things to do.
(The refrigerator died two days ago and the repair man will be here in a couple hours, Jeffrey gets in from Japan SOME TIME today.........who knows when............and we are supposed to sign the lease for the yarn shop today)
UG!
I need coffee.