Clean up on aisle 5!

Yeah, so obviously I didn't leave today like I was supposed to. As I'm so fond of telling others, life sucks, get a helmet. Its not really a big deal, I'm still getting home on time (as of right now) but I'm sitting in Iraq a few more days instead of sitting in Kuwait. Whatever, at this point it is sooo time to get the hell out of here.

Lately my mind has just been all over the place lately, mostly directly in the gutter. I suppose that's to be expected, but lately its been bad even for me. Of course its wonderful that so many of my friends are incredibly amused by this. I'm almost afraid to open my e-mail any more. I think I posted about this phenomenon a while ago. Innocent looking e-mail with a pic attachment, text reads "hey just wanted you to take a look at this and see what you think." Open attachment, random chick with her tits hanging out. I should really know better by know, all of my college friends are sick freaks to begin with. I should know, most of the people I still talk to from back then are old girlfriends of mine. Don't get me wrong I'm not exactly complaining here but it would be nice to know if its safe to read my e-mail at work.

Aside from being in the gutter there have been a few other things that have disturbed me a more than a little bit. My dreams are still all over the place and I'm starting to have trouble keeping up with them. I've had this happen a few other times in my life and if what happened then continues to happen this time, I'm not looking forward to the next few months. I'm really hoping that these are dreams this time and not something else, although the soreness in my chest, back, and arms makes me thing they are no where close to dreams. Lately everytime I close my eyes I see another battle. I can live with just seeing them, its the after effects that my body goes through that worries me.

*flash*
A man is running up a hill. Skins cover his feet, plaid cloth is wrapped around his waist. His long red hair and beard are a birds nest of tangles. His entire body is caked in mud and blood, as is the axe in his hands. All around him chaos reigns. Men fall before his axe, he gives them no more thought than a man swatting a fly. Suddenly, the point of a yard long arrow is protruding from the center of his chest. He runs 5 more steps before tumbling into darkness...
*flash*
Sounds of fighting echo from the court yard. Through the darkness of the corridor he hurries. Black cloth covers his body, loose enough to let him move but tight enough not catch on anything. He feels the weight of his knives at his wrists, and belts. Spying one of the intruders ahead, he slips a dagger into each hand. The intruder is dead before he knows there is someone else near him. Suddenly white pain tears across his back. He turns to see the second intruder just as the sword is plunged into his chest. He slides into darkness as his body slides off the blade...
*flash*
A man and a women lie in each others arms. Lavish clothes lay next to the ornate wooden bed. He looks down into her eyes while her legs are wrapped around him. He leans down and kisses her. She urges him onto his back, kissing him as she mounts him. As she leans back, a hint of mischief is in her eyes. It is only then that he sees the knife in her hand. Quick as a flash she puts it through his throat, cutting off any possible noise. The last thing he sees is her smiling down at him as the world fades to darkness...
*flash*
a spear slides home
*flash*
a deafening roar as the bullet rips through him
*flash*
*flash*

Over and over it continues. Every feeling, every sensation. From the exhilaration of battle, the heft of a weapon in my hands, to the pain of the blade passing through flesh. In the morning, sore muscles, stiff joints and who knows what else. I try to pass it off as the cot but I know that its not. The last time this happened in college my g/f almost freaked out. She woke up to me tossing and turning, obviously having some kind of dream. She claimed that when she looked down at me, my face looked like I was in pain. As she watched she could have sworn to there being a scar on my chest that suddenly broke open, but when she touched it the skin was smooth and unbroken. She thought it must have been a trick of the light. The next morning she told me and then pointed to several spots of blood on the sheet where I had been laying.

All I can say is please not again, at least not yet....