So I had a really odd dream last night. I don’t know how I got there, but I was in Iraq. I wasn’t entrenched in battle with terrorists or anything, but it seemed like I just got there. I was at the Baghdad Airport. In the dream, I think I mistakenly took that as part of the Green Zone. Of course, I think that the Green Zone encompasses the general area around government buildings and doesn’t even come close to encompassing the airport.
Anyway, I was riding with someone in a Hummer (a real one, not the yuppie gas guzzler). We rode past some airplanes, civilian and military. The airport seemed as if it was bustling with activity of both. I think I found it perplexing that I was there because I asked what my rank was..
..but just before he could answer, the clock radio went off. Blah.