I've been having the strangest dreams lately. Anyone care to give me an analysis? The setting: any place I've lived in the past. The characters: anyone I've known in the past: Problem is, the setting and the characters don't match up. At all. Let's see, the last one was Clay, Pat O'Toole, and Fr. James talking with me in old town Tempe by the old "9th and Ash" restaurant. Don't remember if we ate there. Wish I had a beer but can't remember that. But I didn't even know Fr. James back then, and hardly knew Clay. And Pat doesn't fit in that timetable either. Usually, I try to photo document things, but I can't figure out how to bring the camera along in my dreams or then, how to download it.
Maybe I'm like a Bedouin who's lost his camel and can't find a place to pitch his tent. What do you think dream analysts?
I had the day off today, but I forgot my camera in my "To-Go" bag at work. It's a bag that I carry along on missions in case I have to go somewhere fast! You know, exit the AO (Area of Operations). Extra warm clothing, some food, water, a lot of rounds of ammo, and the trusty camera. Also serves as a good overnight bag in case we break down in another FOB. When I was flying Counterdrug missions on the Southwest Border a few years ago, I had a couple precautionary landings out in the desert. Good thing helicopters can land most anywhere. The to-go bag made it like stopping to have a picnic until maintenance could arrive and fix the helicopter. One evening I was flying back to Phoenix without Night Vision Goggles and a dust storm came out of nowhere between home and the Indian commununity of Maricopa. I needed to land quickly. I ended up landing in someone's yard because they had a lit street lamp nearby and no trees in their yard. Strange. No one came out to talk to me though there was a light on inside. They must have been busy flushing all their drugs down the toilet! I sat there for about thirty minutes at full RPM eating out of my to-go bag while the dust cloud blew over me. When I finally took off, the sky was clear and starlit. At least no one came out to take a shot at me!
Got some interesting pictures yesterday. We were flying a few passengers back to FOB Delta at the end of a long day, and the crewchiefs in back wanted some close-ups of the other aircraft. We snuggled in close, but no more than one rotor disk, and took pictures of the other crewchiefs taking pictures of us. Weird. I'll try to download those tomorrow. You'll probably find those more interesting than my weirdo dreams.
The latest rumor has 4 Blackhawks with their crews (2 pilots and 2 crewchiefs per aircraft) going to another Forward Operation Base (FOB) to be on standby during the Iraqi elections. Guess we'll be ready to transport troops to go "assist" with any problems. Sounds real fun! Not. I like my current little nest.
And also, in April or May the whole company may move. Some say south. Some say north. At least east, Iran, and west, a great big desert, are not on the options list. Aren't rumors fun?
Wonder how Trigger will get where we're going?
Love,
C-M/P/3
(Christopher-Michael / Poppy / CW3 Pedersen)
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Well it looks like you've stumped us all with that challenge to interpret your dreams. I think it all stems from a deep yearning for a cold draught beer in a frosty mug. But don't despair, there's a bunch of those lined up here waiting for you upon your return.
I'm not sure what would be worse, having to transport troops to assist with actual election problems, or having to transport politicians who are going there to "observe" them. Let us know how that turns out.
My upside down tomatoes are blossoming, but my bay laurel appears to be dead. Clay.
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