Recently
I dreamed that I was trying to join the US Special Forces. There was a
competition to decide who could join. The competition took place in a
sort of boot camp where there were several events to decide which of the
candidates would be admitted.
The first event of the competition was a soccer game played inside a barracks room that was filled with bunk-beds. We were split into two teams and I was assigned a position on defense on my team. It was very difficult to play soccer while climbing over and shooting around the bunk-beds, but my team was really good and we demolished the other team. I even scored a couple goals as a defender with amazing shots all the way across the room that avoided bed posts, mattresses, and opposing team members.
The second event took place at the local Jr High. It was a race where the goal was to find the men's restroom. I ran into the building and entered the large common room near the entrance. I glanced down the hallways to the left and right. Near the end of one of them I spied a sign hanging from the ceiling with an arrow indicating that there were men's and women's restrooms around a corner. I ran down that hallway and around the corner but there was only a women's restroom there. I quickly glanced around and finally saw another sign promising restrooms around another corner. I followed the directions and again there was no men's restroom. This continued for quite a while with me running all over the school and I never did find a men's restroom. Maybe I should have stopped to ask one of the students for directions, but I think that was against the rules or something.
As I was running around looking for the restroom, I came across one of the other guys in the competition. This guy had already been in the Special Forces competition four times before and had failed each time to make the cut. This time he was trying his hardest to sabotage the other people in the contest. When I saw him, he was wearing a track suit. Our next event involved scuba-diving so he needed to change into his swimming suit. He had his swimming suit on under his track suit, so he just took his track suit off and asked me to help him fold it up for him. I thought I would show some good sportsmanship by helping my fellow competitor out, but he was very particular about how he wanted the track suit folded and the material the suit was made out of refused to fold in the way he wanted. Sometimes the material would feel like very slippery silk and other times it would be like a thick and rubbery wet-suit. Either way, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get it to fold correctly. Eventually I realized that he was just trying to delay me so I would be late for the scuba event, so I left his track suit on the ground and ran to the scuba area.
Unfortunately, I arrived late to the scuba competition. The other contestants were already in their scuba gear. I was arrested by the military police for being late. They searched all of my belongings, which consisted of a suitcase of clothes and a sack lunch that my mother-in-law (Paula Gamett) had packed for me that consisted of an entire case of s'more flavored ice cream sandwiches. She had also put a small 1" blade folding pocket-knife at the bottom of the sack to help me open the ice-cream sandwiches. But the knife was seen as a security threat and TSA agents were on-hand to arrest me.
As I was being hauled away to prison I glanced at the other competitors. They were heading off for their scuba dive and I saw track-suit-guy with an evil grin on his face laughing to himself. He looked a lot like Snidely Whiplash from the Dudley Do-Right cartoon.
At this point I woke up. I learned several important truths from this dream.
1. I have amazing soccer skills
2. Jr High schools are built like mazes and the bathrooms are impossible to find
3. I would totally have what it takes to be in the Special Forces if my laundry folding skills were better
4. The TSA takes small pocket knives very seriously
5. Never trust a guy that looks like Snidely Whiplash
Dreamed on 12/2/2019
The first event of the competition was a soccer game played inside a barracks room that was filled with bunk-beds. We were split into two teams and I was assigned a position on defense on my team. It was very difficult to play soccer while climbing over and shooting around the bunk-beds, but my team was really good and we demolished the other team. I even scored a couple goals as a defender with amazing shots all the way across the room that avoided bed posts, mattresses, and opposing team members.
The second event took place at the local Jr High. It was a race where the goal was to find the men's restroom. I ran into the building and entered the large common room near the entrance. I glanced down the hallways to the left and right. Near the end of one of them I spied a sign hanging from the ceiling with an arrow indicating that there were men's and women's restrooms around a corner. I ran down that hallway and around the corner but there was only a women's restroom there. I quickly glanced around and finally saw another sign promising restrooms around another corner. I followed the directions and again there was no men's restroom. This continued for quite a while with me running all over the school and I never did find a men's restroom. Maybe I should have stopped to ask one of the students for directions, but I think that was against the rules or something.
As I was running around looking for the restroom, I came across one of the other guys in the competition. This guy had already been in the Special Forces competition four times before and had failed each time to make the cut. This time he was trying his hardest to sabotage the other people in the contest. When I saw him, he was wearing a track suit. Our next event involved scuba-diving so he needed to change into his swimming suit. He had his swimming suit on under his track suit, so he just took his track suit off and asked me to help him fold it up for him. I thought I would show some good sportsmanship by helping my fellow competitor out, but he was very particular about how he wanted the track suit folded and the material the suit was made out of refused to fold in the way he wanted. Sometimes the material would feel like very slippery silk and other times it would be like a thick and rubbery wet-suit. Either way, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get it to fold correctly. Eventually I realized that he was just trying to delay me so I would be late for the scuba event, so I left his track suit on the ground and ran to the scuba area.
Unfortunately, I arrived late to the scuba competition. The other contestants were already in their scuba gear. I was arrested by the military police for being late. They searched all of my belongings, which consisted of a suitcase of clothes and a sack lunch that my mother-in-law (Paula Gamett) had packed for me that consisted of an entire case of s'more flavored ice cream sandwiches. She had also put a small 1" blade folding pocket-knife at the bottom of the sack to help me open the ice-cream sandwiches. But the knife was seen as a security threat and TSA agents were on-hand to arrest me.
As I was being hauled away to prison I glanced at the other competitors. They were heading off for their scuba dive and I saw track-suit-guy with an evil grin on his face laughing to himself. He looked a lot like Snidely Whiplash from the Dudley Do-Right cartoon.
At this point I woke up. I learned several important truths from this dream.1. I have amazing soccer skills
2. Jr High schools are built like mazes and the bathrooms are impossible to find
3. I would totally have what it takes to be in the Special Forces if my laundry folding skills were better
4. The TSA takes small pocket knives very seriously
5. Never trust a guy that looks like Snidely Whiplash
Dreamed on 12/2/2019
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