Had a vivid dream last night including the usual suspects for topics, my honey, my mother, a comic, and my first Iraq War dream. It didn’t last long but for a war dream was short and sweet so thought it worth blogging, as I guess most such dreams are troubled.
So I was in combat uniform, though being a dream I was in Western European camouflage, rather than desert fatigues. I was pretty relaxed and them saw two kids one holding a homemade grenade. So I started walking, turned the corner and saw some more guys more heavily armed so I kinda relaxed still half-heartedly put my arms up and half-smiled and wandered on. And then came on a posse of serious dudes with RPGs and beards, the full monty, at which point I thought it was a bit hairy. But carried on walking and made it onto a bus and out of there. Phew. Close shave! 
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