Consciously Subconscious

I have been having some strange dreams of late. The first being me and this woman. She is about 5'1" red hair and wearing a red cocktail dress. She is very beautiful. She is with her b/f through out the entirity of my dream when I finally, after her b/f is gone, walk up to her, put my hands around her waist and pull her close. I move in slowly for a very passionate kiss and she says to me "Finally, you see me for what I really am to you, I love you." And throughout the rest of the dream we are holding hands and are blissfully happy.

The dream I had last night was about a short blonde. She also was about 5'1" and wearing a black dress. This time she was married. And I had spoken with her husband on several occassions before. I am not exactly what occurs or how it all happens but at some point we began kissing and she says to me "I have always wanted this, to be with you".

I am not sure what these are suppose to mean of if something is happening that I have always wanted to happen. I am not sure. I only wish I was home and able to see things up close. Instead of 7000 miles away.

Can you belive it?

After a 9 hour flight to a refueling location, and a 5 hour flight in country I have made it. 'Boots on the ground' or so they say.

Day 1 was exciting. Unloading and loading our luggage. Just to give you an idea of how much, 5 bags per person, 251 people. Hot damn. When we arrived at the FOB we had to unload them again, just 1 bag per person, and unload the rest of them into a conex. Then came breakfast. They made 1o omlets, special order in about 3 minutes. Holy shit! Cross and I decided to look for the computer lab, obviously we found it, and then decided to leave.

Funny thing happened on the way back to our tent. We got lost. Yes, we were lost in the desert. We were wandering around for about 2 hours before we finally found where we needed to go. Man.

Let me tell you about the scenery and the weather. It is so dusty here it practically blocks out the sun. Makes the sky look as though it's cloudy with a light grey to brown clouds. And it's hot, yea but not over-whelmingly. There's wind that constantly blows and to give you an example its 86 degrees at midnight. But so far i am not doing too bad. There is nothing here to look at except sand, rocks, and dirt. No hills, no trees, no bushes, just sand as far as the eye can see. And not the rolling sand dunes you would expect like in the Sahara, just flat rocky sandy sand. There is a pretty cool souvigner shop here that I plan on buying stuff and bringing back home for me and gifts for those of you who asked. Am I a tourist or a soldier? Perhaps a little of both?

Je rappelle...

Perfect blond hair and a perfectly beautiful face. Accidentally, I had fallen, and was taken to another place. Unbelievable, skipping like a young child playing hopscotch was my heart. Looking back I watched her walk away, wondering if it was an angel that I saw. An angel she was.

God himself had brought her down and I had to meet her. It wouldn't long before we would be holding hands during a dreadfully scary movie. Lump in my throat, to excited for words, I admired her from afar and could still feel her warm hand in mine. Every now and then we would lay under a blanket of stars on a clear summer sky. Shooting stars would scream by and I wondered if she heard them too.

Are they screaming for us?

Je rappelle...

"I love you daddy"

I have but one thing to say this evening.

There is nothing better than to hear your son say to you "I love you Daddy" when you are so far away. It truly bring tears to a mans eyes.

In the Sun

Song of the moment: In the sun, Joseph Arthur

Weather: Sunny, slight wind, gorgeous.

One of the better days here at Ft. Riley.

It is the perfect day for going to the river with your son and a few of your best friends. Drinking booze, bar-b-queing, and enjoying the day and the present company. It's too bad that opportunity is not at my finger tips. I have a few great friends here, Luke, and Cecil, Shawn, and a few others. But no river, and my son is so far away. He is almost unreachable. I will be back. To continue writing some more, after an intense game of volleyball. I love it.

Song to end this post: Somewhere Over the Rainbow, Israel Kamakawina