Sunday, November 14, 2010

In the middle of the night

Great early '90's mullet
Lately my dreams have been very similar to what happens the previous day. For instance, one night this week after Abby cut my hair I had a dream that she only cut the top of my hair leaving a mullet. The next day I went into work terrified someone would notice that my hair was out of regulations.

This last week I was "camping" with the Air Force. They wanted to simulate a deployed environment so they took us out to the woods of Alabama for 4 days. There were about 25 of us sleeping on cots in the same tent at night and one night I woke up and a couple people were talking and I somehow thought there was someone in the tent that wasn't supposed to be there.

Its funny how in the middle of the night your brain will believe just about anything. Or maybe its just me. I had little evidence that would lead me to believe that there was anyone there that shouldn't have been there, but I convinced myself that someone had sneaked in and every noise was that person walking around the tent.

When I finally got back to sleep (thank you cold night and hard cot) my brain continued with its fabrication. I had a very vivid nightmare that someone was kneeling next to my cot and pulling my wrists down below the cot. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I woke up rather shaken up. Then I found the zipper on my extremely warm sleeping bag and zipped it up so only my nose and mouth were showing and went back to sleep.

But hey, who knows, maybe it wasn't a dream after all.