It's another time, another place- I'm continually bothered by weird dreams, and the weird thing is, this one is not beyond possibility, if completely impossible for other reasons. It involved cheating on Tabatha- would this really be so difficult to do if I were of a mind to? Now, keep in mind I'm talking about the actual mechanics of it, not the emotional and mental toll it would take- and besides, it would not be an honorable thing to do. As a soldier, I've found that integrity and honor are important- without these things, we are nothing, just a boy's club in funny uniforms. I probably shouldn't be that concerned about the dream, and here's why- because your dreams allow you to explore concepts and do things you would never do in waking life. It's just another aspect of this new and bizarre situation I find myself in. I also dreamed I had someone reach down my throat and pull out demon residue in the form of a long, tiger-printed gauze scarf. I'd put that on a par with dreaming about cheating as equally probable in waking life.
But then again, the situation is what you make of it. Ft. Sill is kind of a little cowpoke town, but it's what you make of it. It can be a really great place to work, or you can hate every minute of it- it's up to you, ultimately, what you want it to be.
And besides, there are Sonics there- for the longest time here in CT we would watch commercials for Sonic drive-ins, and never could find any here in CT. But down south, you can't throw a rock and not hit one. The food is pretty good, and they asked me right off the bat if I wanted jalapenos on my cheeseburger. Ok, I'm sold! Besides, the food is some of the best I've ever had in a burger joint. The only thing I don't like about the south is that the Wal-Marts tend to drive out other grocery stores. Hopefully I can find fresh vegetables, at least during the summer- I passed a couple of (obviously closed in December) vegetable/fruit stands. Hoping fresh okra and peppers are in my future!
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