I had a dream this morning. I was at home though it wasn’t exactly home, even if I did know where I was walking. My friend was calling me and thus waking me up. The conversation went something like…

“Why is it that whenever I get something from JET it’s bad news?” she asks.
“…I don’t know, what’s up.”
“I found out where I’m getting placed. Did you?”
“Hold on,” I say. “Give me a second.”

I walked downstairs, found a insulated packet on the kitchen table and brought it with me back to my room. I opened it up, tried to find a document inside that would tell me (without extra blurbs) where I would be “stationed” for one year. I couldn’t find it. And then I woke up.

These are the sorts of dreams I remember and then repeat in my mind so that they can somehow be recalled months later.