Mizblog

I came across a file on an old hard drive that described a dream I’d had back in 2005. I’m not sure if I remember it or not.

I had another one last night, only this time I joined the Marines. In bootcamp I was the 2nd best Humvee driver so they gave me the keys, only I accidentally locked them in my bag. Oops. All the guys were blaming themselves because they knew they should have beaten me in the driving competition, and if they had then the whole key incident never would have happened.

Then I decided to break into the bag, but on closer investigation I realized I hadn’t locked it properly anyway and it just came right open. Inside were my old shoes and some crumpled up newspaper but no keys. I saw then that it wasn’t even my bag, it was Orwell’s bag. I at first thought he’d stolen my bag with the keys, but his locker was open and empty. I started digging in the dirt underneath my table and found some money but no keys. Then I went to talk to the lieutenant, who was a homeless guy, to ask him about Orwell. I gave him a bagel and he pointed me to the woman in the back office who was his wife.

It got weird after that.