I have crazy dreams. I don’t know if it’s from what I eat or drink, but my dreams are more like twisted movies than anything. I’ve decided to periodically post some of the wilder dreams I have.
You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!
~ Scrooge, to Marley – A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
So recently I had a dream where I was in an interplanetary university exchange program, and I was taking advanced medical classes at a futuristic galactic teaching hospital… alongside the characters from the hit TV show Grey’s Anatomy (which I am addicted to and probably watched several hours of before this dream).
So here I am, not really knowing anything about medicine, but having a good time chumming up with the characters of Grey’s Anatomy. Soon I realize that I am in this exchange program as a military officer, because I notice I am in uniform. I start running into soldiers at the medical installation who are familiar to me (for real)… and I realize they are my soldiers who were in my real-life US Army unit. It dawns on me that in my dream I am still an officer in my old unit… except that now we are an intergalactic strike force! How cool is that? And for some reason my whole unit is with me for my medical training.
Well… eventually the Galactic Empire attacks the planet we’re on – yes, the same Galactic Empire from the Star Wars movies. I don’t know why they attacked, but it may have to do with galactic domination.
So everybody at the medical installation starts freaking out… including the Grey’s Anatomy characters who conduct themselves entirely as any Grey’s fan would expect them to. I’m racing around trying to summon up my soldiers to mount a hasty defense. There is a lot of chaos and there are stormtroopers and planetary security forces fighting everywhere. I’m able to get most of my soldiers assembled. I quickly bark out orders to my NCOs to form up for a counter-attack. They take their soldiers into positions in front of a huge field next to the main building of the medical installation. This field was not anything like the Endor moon from Return of the Jedi… this was more like something from Little House on the Prairie.
In the dream I know that there will be heavy mechanized units assaulting the medical installation using this field as an avenue of approach. I plan on counter-assaulting this force’s flanks with my ground troops. Unfortunately, I quickly realize that I have no weapon. Worse yet, my unit has no weapons!? So all of us start scrambling to grab loose weaponry from dead stormtroopers and security forces laying about. Eventually, we find weapons and get in concealed flanking positions. We see an Imperial Walker and several Scout Walkers poke above the grassy knoll at the top of our field – not 40 yards away. My NCOs watch for my hand signal to open up on the objective.
Then I wake up. I’m sure we would have whooped ‘em.