This dream has been viewed 751 times.I am back in the military and in England with Dreama. However, there is no uniform. I am discussing prices of fuel while stationed in England with some co-workers from my current job. All the while I am packing and smoking a pipe with a natural herb.
Segue to an open barracks type of building where Dreama and I are temporarily housed after having arrived in England. There are many different other people here. Some are single. Dreama and I are having some heated discussions. She is very challenging to my thoughts. I hear a man asking his wife why she can't be more like Dreama. In this he is trying to relay how he wishes she would challenge him more. She argues that she does.
Segue outside. I am concerned that my pipe and it's contents will get me into some trouble, possibly being booted out of the service. I reach into my pocket and take out the pipe. I throw it as far as I can towards the grounds. Many trees and long weeds are growing outside.
Segue to my checking out the large tree that is growing up from a descended part of the grounds just off to the side of our building. I start climbing it. One branch hangs down and goes towards the lower section. I swing around it, spinning down closer to the ground until I am eventually on the lower section. It was very fun and exhilirating. Like the feeling one has as a child when swinging around and playing in a tree.
Segue back into the shared accomadations. I feel in my pocket and notice there is still a pipe in it. It is one I have sculpted and is completely herb-free. I see Dreama has fallen asleep in one of the chairs. I pick her up and take her to a bed. One of the other guys in the building starts speaking to me about something. I begin to go into a diatribe about the nature of reality and awaken.
Additional Comments:Back in the service again...Dreama is with me again. How she supplanted the ex-wife is a mystery. Dreamtime four of the MPLDA project and still no lucidity. Was going to jet back for one more attempt by reviewing the last adventure, restating intent and drifting off. Unfortunately a diatribe about the nature of awareness thwarted my effort and stimulated my waking consciousness to the point of being unable to return to sleep.