Do you ever have a dream that lasts the entire sleep period, no matter how many times that sleep is interrupted? I do on rare occasions, and last night was one such. It was a military dream***.
I was a senior Air Force officer, past my flying days, but with a ground-pounder specialty: Base Disaster Recovery & Reconstitution Officer. In my day, the wind force had a few of these organizational smarties, and when they needed them, some lives, HUGE money, and performance of the base's mission was at stake. The BDRRO takes over the base from the Wing King** when a major disaster is imminent, such as flood or hurricane (snowstorms don't count, the normal command is supposed to be able to handle those, no matter how bad). I had some training in this specialty as it's basic principles were covered in several professional development courses I took.
In this dream, I had just been assigned to a Gulf Coast base, and I got there just as a major hurricane was approaching with a near-certain hit forecast. Disaster prep was underway, and I re-directed some of it, something about the base water system being vulnerable stuck out as part of the dream. I also participated in a (very strange to be doing this at that moment) Officer's Club Hail and Farewell ceremony, where I was presented to the base company of officers. In the dream, I remember taking off my office uniform and putting on Class A's in my BOQ room, walking to the O'Club in that be-ribboned splendor, and seeing tornadoes in the distance. I mentioned the twisters to the Wing King when I got there, but he seemed unconcerned. I later discovered that there was no Aviation Weather Observer on duty, so I had to do that job myself in addition to everything else. I wound up talking with USAF Global Weather Central about the tornadoes, and they didn't believe me, as the 'Cane was too far away yet, supposedly.
As the dream wove on, despite interruptions, I did some BDRRO-uncharacteristic things, such as rescue a family from the remains of their blown-away base house, and surveyed the slightly-out-of-place furnishings in a Transient Airman's Quarters building which survived the blow. There was a bureau in an apartment into which the drawers had been refitted wrong, and I puzzled over those equal-looking drawers that were not equal for some time.
The 4 1/2 hour dream ended at 0720, when I woke up to a day already in progress on my block. I am usually the first one up around here.
Strange, very strange, both to have a serial dream, and to have any dream last that long. It might have been the Bourbon...
** Wing King = Wing Commander, the senior Officer in charge of everything in an Air Force Wing, similar in organization to a Regiment in the Army.
*** No, this is NOT post traumatic stress syndrome, it's just a dream, Okay?