Back to hell

I keep having dreams about going back into the army for some reason. It's almost always stressful in some way. Either I can't put together a proper uniform to wear or I can't get all my gear packed up in time to be flown off to some unknown place. Sometimes it's me trying to organize the absolute ass load of clothes and gear and other shit so I can turn in all my army stuff and have everything else ready to be shipped back home by the shipping company so I can catch my plane home in time and finally be out of the army. The worst ones are when I have to go back to Iraq or Afghanistan for a whole fucking year again and I'm just going to be stuck there until it's over. Sometimes the plane I'm on crashes just as we're about to land on base. I fucking hate those. The easiest ones to deal with are the ones where I go back to one of the bases I was at, either in the states or South Korea, as I am now without rejoining and meet some of my old buddies and my mind makes up how they stayed in and got promoted to some high rank and they're doing great for themselves. Something I'm always thankful for is that I don't ever seem to dream about the 10 guys in our company that were killed. I really don't need to be reliving that.

All these remind me of the dreams I used to have about going back to high school as an adult to finish getting my high school diploma. I think it was because I got my GED so I could join the army at 17 and I felt like I left something unfinished. I finally stopped dreaming about that after I got a couple associates degrees and tech certifications. Maybe the army dreams are similar to that in some way and I need to clear up some unfinished business.