I could have been a Rock Star, but I didn't have the money for a Guitar.... But I digress. Memo to my Brain. Could you please stop making me have 'Army' dreams. I've been out for eight years now, but no, you take over my subconsious in my sleep and make me believe I'm still in. I'm a civilian now. Leave me alone. Over the past year or so, I've been having regular and vivid dreams about being back in the Regiment. My Rank and status vary, as do where (and sometimes who) I'm serving with, but these dreams keep bringing up various things that have been buried deep within my memory. Various little 'weird' things. In no particular order: * Putting a set of KFS into the side pouch of 58 pattern Webbing. * Using a neatly 'folded down' sausage bag as a Laundry basket * Folding red PT shirts with A4 Paper inside, locker layout style. * Signing at RHQ for a post leave MMR claim (Paid in cash, obviously) * Producing my little pink MOD 90 with the Black and white photo. * Living in Bessbook Mill, which had be strangely relocated to Afghanistan. For fucks sake, leave me alone!!!! So come on, who else still thinks they're in, when they're pushing out the Zzzzzzzzz's?