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xaq_the_aereonIn my dreams last night, I was getting prepped to go to class today...as I headed out the door, I ran into a pair of MPs (military police) who told me I needed to come with them. A few minutes later we arrived in the office of my division chief back in DC.
Apparently, someone had raised a fuss about the fact that I was only showing up part time in order to go to my classes, since apparently I hadn't gotten permission from someone high enough on the chain of command for this, and he wasn't too happy with it. As such, today was going to be my last day at college, and I'd be spending the next few months working overtime to make up for the time off I'd been taking, meaning I'd have no time available for rescheduled or online classes, or to get scheduled for next semester...everything I'd moved down here for was over.
I was utterly devastated. I ran out, then down to the Aviation Complex where all my classes are to try and explain to my instructors what was happening. They were disappointed in my chief's decision and expressed their sympathy, and wished me well..but, sadly, there wasn't anything they, or I, could do about it. After that, I just ran back here, threw myself into my bed, covered myself up, and bawled my eyes out...
Which I was still doing when I woke up. That was 2 hours ago, and I'm still having to remind myself of all the reasons that it was just a dream (chief amongst which being that I'M NOT IN THE FREAKING MILITARY ANYMORE), and that I'm still good to go on my classes.
Can't quite explain why it felt so terrible, though...guess I like it here better than I thought.
I will say one thing, though..whichever part of my subconscious was responsible for this had best make this a one-time showing, because if this happens again tonight (which it likely will), it's in for a rude awakening. I've gotten a lot better at dealing with these repeat nightmares of late...years ago, they could run night after night for weeks before I was able to steel my dream self against them and change things. Nowadays, though, the first rerun is lucky to escape my wrath in one piece.
Apparently, someone had raised a fuss about the fact that I was only showing up part time in order to go to my classes, since apparently I hadn't gotten permission from someone high enough on the chain of command for this, and he wasn't too happy with it. As such, today was going to be my last day at college, and I'd be spending the next few months working overtime to make up for the time off I'd been taking, meaning I'd have no time available for rescheduled or online classes, or to get scheduled for next semester...everything I'd moved down here for was over.
I was utterly devastated. I ran out, then down to the Aviation Complex where all my classes are to try and explain to my instructors what was happening. They were disappointed in my chief's decision and expressed their sympathy, and wished me well..but, sadly, there wasn't anything they, or I, could do about it. After that, I just ran back here, threw myself into my bed, covered myself up, and bawled my eyes out...
Which I was still doing when I woke up. That was 2 hours ago, and I'm still having to remind myself of all the reasons that it was just a dream (chief amongst which being that I'M NOT IN THE FREAKING MILITARY ANYMORE), and that I'm still good to go on my classes.
Can't quite explain why it felt so terrible, though...guess I like it here better than I thought.
I will say one thing, though..whichever part of my subconscious was responsible for this had best make this a one-time showing, because if this happens again tonight (which it likely will), it's in for a rude awakening. I've gotten a lot better at dealing with these repeat nightmares of late...years ago, they could run night after night for weeks before I was able to steel my dream self against them and change things. Nowadays, though, the first rerun is lucky to escape my wrath in one piece.
