What was I thinking?

Last night I had a funny dream. I am not sure exactly how it happened, but I ended up joining the army.

It started with me being sort of forced to spend a few weeks in a trial to see if I could do it. I made lots of new friends, met my friend Dave who's in boot camp for real right now, and had the commanding officer level his gun at me in my room because I lost track of time and he warned me that he would do that if I lost track of the time. The other guys thought that was really funny.

Then one day as I was eating dinner with Dave in the mess hall, I realized that I am not American. How the heck dod I get into the American army? I thought it was the funniest thing ever that they hadn't figured out that I was actually Canadian. And I liked the dream version of the army - I don't remember having plans of leaving after my three week trial run. I also think I was a pretty good soldier (if I do say so myself).