Spicy Chicken and Strange Dreams

Last night I dreamed that I was a defense contractor working as a new member of an analytic team.

I needed to find a way to learn more quickly about my target. The contract was for the Marines. So I put on an old military uniform and went to the Marines and volunteered to work half days for free.

The only uniform that I could find was Army BDUs and had PFC (E3) stripes sewn on … things were going well until they started doing all kinds of exercises and running. They said that if I wanted to hang with them then I had to participate. That’s when I woke up from the dream. I’m 58 and a retired Warrant … I’m not running even in my dreams.

I blame it all on the spicy chicken sandwich that I had for dinner … and the Robert Heinlein Starship Trooper book that I am reading … and my past life as an analyst … and present life as a recruiter thereof … or something like that.

Spicy Chicken Sandwich