Duh. Yeah, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out THAT lil dream. Actually, I've oddly had the one-uniform dream so many times over the past few years that it's JUST WEIRD. The last military dream I had, we were back in basic training. I mean, if I'm going to dream about the military, it should be some of the FUN STUFF, RIGHT? Not sleeping in the snow in a pup tent with a chick who's high on valium, nor going TDY and *almost* missing a plane because of the "one uniform" thing. Although that part of this dream is odd, the rest of it (the drunken guy who offered much, yet seemed to have nothing I needed) makes all kinds of sense.
And now, I'm going to be rushing around like clazy all day. Interview first, other tests elsewhere, phone calls, lions/tigers/bears, oh my! Ja. So All the fun I had piddling away yesterday ain't happenin' today. And for the record, I have two full uniforms in my closet. That lil dream makes no sense, particularly since I don't NEED them.