ehowton (ehowton) wrote,
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ehowton

Mission


Dreamed Joe was a high-ranking officer in the Air Force, and needed to save his wife, which was going to require stealing some items from the General. We arrived on base, showed proper identification to enter, and proceeded to the hanger where the stuff we needed was being kept. In the supply office, Joe approached a diminutive man in uniform with large round spectacles for the paperwork required to remove items from supply, but once back in inventory placed something else - presumably far more valuable - in my briefcase.

Then it was time to complete this subterfuge by reporting to the General. I'd put on my old uniform, and while dated, was at least impressive with the number of ribbons I had for my low enlisted rank. Joe flirted appropriately with the General's aging secretary, as he always did, while she asked about his wife until the General strode in, where I snapped to attention as was befitting my rank. The General ordered me at ease, and while he was unaccustomed to Joe having an adjunct, didn't otherwise find the addition even remotely suspicions.

As Joe and the general chatted casually while I silently stood at ease behind Joe, an alarm sounded throughout the area indicating our exit. The General excused himself to discover the cause for alarm, and we quick-walked to Joe's blue 1990 Buick Century. He directed me to place the briefcase over three remote controls which were visible in the front seat to hide their presence while he quickly buckled into the passenger seat, imploring me to hurry, as the diminutive man from the supply office was approaching us rather determinedly. I quickly swung myself into the driver's seat but the diminutive man had reached the car and was fighting the door being closed. I finally won that battle, slamming the door shut, and speeding away though the base while all the gates started their auto-lockdown sequence.

A very calm Joe pointed at a specific gate we were to crash through, providing an exit from the base, and we were soon back in...Augusta, Kansas? Yep. We even drove by Joe's old house while he reminisced about the earlier days regretting absolutely nothing knowing he was going to spend the rest of his days behind bars due to the theft, but doing so at the credit of saving his wife.

And that's why I am up early.
Tags: dreams, usaf
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