so. i don't really remember the beginning of the dream, but... i remember most of it sortof. i was on some river in a jungle and i was on a boat and i guess i had to jump out to make a covert approach to something (it started out a military dream.) but i don't know what we were going after or anything. and then i was watching myself from just over head as all of this was happening and recalling memories from sometime earlier in this dream. like one of those movies where someone is narating their own actions or something. i was remembering everything i was doing as i was watching myself do it. then i get out of the river on the bank and i am back in my body, and the whole thing was just a memory. now i was on a road, but the roads contour and path through the woods i was now in was just that ov the river i was just on. i got out of the rive just before a fork came together and i was in the same spot on a road. it was like a flashback in the dream or something. and then a car is coming. i jump into the woods and hide, apparently i am on the run... but where am i going, who/what am i running from. i am obviuously in a place similar to home, if not home. just through the woods there is a farm community and i make my way towards it. the cars on the road stop behind me and men get out and start to follow my path through the woods. noticing this i pick up the pace. then the spot me trying to make it into the village, i look back to see them rushing across the opening, marines. i am running from the marines. ironic, i think, and i move faster. i start weaving through houses and barns, across back yards. i find a sellar to hide in, and tell the woman in the yard to be quite about where i am hiding. the men come and go. once i am sure they are gone i am off again. i notice my clothes are wet, apparently from the river/flashback. this was one of those weird time travel moments, i couldn't figure out how i got soaking wet from a memory. i keep going and find a town. in the back of a restruant i find some clothes in a duffle, my clothes. my shorts and my sj5 shirt, my flip flops. i throw them on and discard the wet clothes. i hope a fence into the ourdoor seating of the reastruant and make my way for the entrance. just as i get to the front... my family walks in and without a flinch i say, "what took you so long?"

it was a pretty extravagent dream, true... but simply explained. i am getting out of the marines in 10 days. the dream was me leaving and going home, and exagerating the hastle it is to get all the paperwork done to get out and turning it into a life or death chase for home.

my imagination is wild when i am asleep.