Hopeless Wanderings

I drank Apple Juice and I wrote a daily journal to help with my dream recall. I think it helped, considering that I haven't been able to remember any dreams from the past two days. Most of these are just fragments, but hey, there's four of them. And it's better than nothing.


I was a black man forced into the army in WWII. I just remember being really scared.

I was in the silver car with Niki heading somewhere. The roads were snowy. We were going down a hill and I lost control and the car flipped on it's side for a second then flipped back. No one was hurt. A bunch of snow got in the car and I tried to pick it up and shake the snow out or something.

I was in the high school just peering in one of the rooms. Everyone had a huge knit rug they were working on.

Since I didn't have a job or anything, my parents forced me into joining the army. Niki was also forced by her mom. I really, really did not want to go. I think I was almost crying at a few points. I complained to Niki, "we're not good at anything. We're just gonna end up being cooks or cleaning the bathrooms." and a man near me said something like, "hey, the army needs those kinds of people. There's nothing wrong with being a cook," and then I felt bad for saying that. I was packing very slowly and wondering how I would be ready to leave in a few hours. I don't think I actually ever made it there.

what's up with all these army dreams? I think it's from reading Unbroken..