I’m a lover not a fighter

I don’t normally remember my dreams so I thought I’d get this one down before it escapes my memory…I dreamt I was in the military (I think it was the army but of no nationality in particular). It started off being in training “camp”, except the accommodation was more like a hotel (but the doors had no locks). There were no drills or anything but it was run like a bording house. At one stage we had room inspection and the female officer said our room was too messy and we had to clean up. Don’t remember much about my room-mates. There were three or four of them.

Next thing I know we’re in a different location. It felt/looked something like 40s or 50s Hong Kong and we were in a run down slum area. I was suddenly in the Japanese army (which of course occupied HK between 1941 and 1945 ) and we had a feeling of anticipation or anxiety. We were amongst civilians and soldiers from other countries but didn’t really trust anyone else apart from the few of us.

For reasons I can’t remember we started to plan an escape (not that we were under attack). We went to this place where we had an old fashioned steam train built for us (gee, did they work fast!!) I remember watching two toilets being installed because suddenly one of the soldiers in our group was female. Once the train was finished we set off and we were travelling through the country side. I tried to take photos on my digital camera but the shutter delay meant that I kept missing the object. Doh…

We  passed a couple of other trains (travelling in the same and opposite direction) and we thought we’d be caught. They didn’t notice anything so on we went to our first nights rest at an old abandoned building of sorts. I remember having a strong feeling of comradery and mateship, which I suppose you’re supposed to have when you’re in the military.

At this stage I woke up so there’s no knowing whether the escape was successful or not.

July 20, 2007. Dreams. Leave a comment.