I was in the British Army. Bizarrely I wanted to be there. Only yesternight I walked past a barracks and reminded myself how I would loathe each martial moment.
In the dream I was at a recruit depot. They were all younger than me and all white. They were the usual he-man ignoramuses. I disliked being there. There was a parade ground and a tall red barrack building. sOMETHING was said to sginle me iut and belittle me. I disliked it. soon I was free to go.
I thought of Egor lately. It is curus how he always comes to my mind and I winder if I shan’t run into him some time soon.