Lately my nights have been plagued by a series of particularly vivid and coherent dreams. The settings for these dreams have ranged from a futuristic holiday resort to a cult-like agricultural collective.
In last night's expedition to the Dreamlands I was a soldier in training. Modern, though I think my weapon may have been a FN-FAL/SLR. The first half of the dream had us in very snowy conditions, bordering on the arctic, with our unit in full cold-weather gear. Then the scene shifted (as they do in dreams) and we found ourselves in an inner city urban environment, a warren of high rise flats. We were on a counter-insurgency exercise, but after getting turned around and separated from my unit, I saw the buildings all around us teeming with real armed insurgents. Somehow the training exercise had stumbled onto a real-life nest of tangoes. I had to get back to my unit and try to pull them out before things went horribly wrong.
Which was when the alarm went off.
Mark & Maff of Winter of '79 - do let me know if you guys dream any good Victorian Science Fiction scenarios will you? :-)