My Army dreams always only come when I’m feeling stressed. No exception, this one — only academia and the Army are starting to blur in really weird ways in my dreams.
Pretty simple, really: I was in the Army again, and we were in the desert, in Iraq. I had my woodland camo BDUs on, my rucksack, gas mask, M16, and I was driving my old 724 HQ6 humvee.
And Walter Ong was the battalion chaplain, and I was driving him around looking for the footlocker full of bibles that had fallen off the back of the humvee, and he was being really kind.
Let me say that again:
Walter Ong was the battalion chaplain.
Moments like that, I look at my subconscious and ask: what the hell?
Army Dream
When I’m feeling stressed, I have dreams about the Starter Husband. I have a feeling that your Army experiences and my Starter Husband experiences have a lot in common.