Weirdreamageddon

I'll get back to 'normal' posting soon, but I need to get this one out I think:
Even by my standards, my collection of dreams last night was ridiculously mind-melting.
The pick of the bunch involved me driving onto some kind of military base to do some work. I logged myself in and went into a large room for a 'welcome chat' and it became very clear very quickly that I had actually signed up to be part of an elite unit. I wasn't a visiting contractor or a periphery employee, I was actually now part of the Armed Forces. The next bit is really hard to describe because it was so bizarre, but we all had a mug of tea to drink while we were being given our introductory lecture and part of the house rules were that we had to spit out the first bit of drink before we were allowed to swallow it, so I was surrounded by guys in their early twenties all spurting bits of hot tea out onto the floor like they were cowboys using a spittoon. And then we were all told we had to do a gym session to ascertain our levels of fitness. And it wasn't a gentle exercise class, people were being expected to lift huge weights and climb large ropes suspended from the ceiling. The first two blokes to try it both ended up injured, so then we had an ambulance turn up to decide whether they needed to be taken off the camp and into hospital. At this point, I was trying to talk to anyone official around me to tell them there had been a mistake and that I wasn't actually one of the trainees, only to be met by a volley of swear-laden abuse from everyone I tried to talk to. There seemed to be more officers and instructors than there were recruits and all of them wanted to ignore me and force me to take part in the program. I made up an excuse about my back being too damaged for the workout and someone ran off to get the commanding officer, who proceeded to guilt-trip me into participating by asking if I was sure I wanted to let my country down and isn't it about time I made something useful of my life? I insisted I didn't agree to any of this and that I wanted to leave and he said something like, "It's too late. Saddle up and put your shorts on."
There was then an argument between someone behind a lectern and a delivery driver (who apparently was delivering a tank) so I took advantage of that distraction to grab my things and get out. I then spent about 20 minutes walking around the base trying to find where I had parked my car (while carrying the large collection of scarves that I had with me for some reason) before panicking because I realised that I was going to be spotted on CCTV and would probably be carted off soon by military police and court-martialled.
And all the while, there was a baking hot sun and it was about 35 degrees Celsius.

Analysts might say it comes from a subconscious fear that I am trapped in something I never really wanted in the first place.
Or maybe it's because I watched 'The Dirty Dozen' and then fell asleep on the sofa....

RC 23-9-24