"Oh, no!" you say; "Another dream post!"
"Yes," I answer; "Another."
Ever since I was in middle school, my stress-induced, "coming to school with no clothes on and only finding out when I get there" dreams have been replaced with nightmares about my ten-year high school reunion. Recently, they have become more frequent because... well, I don't know why. I could swear I am less stressed out than last year.
Anyways, in these dreams, there are two main components: a) I am a highly successful general of some sort in a military branch, and b) I am not married and I have not managed to carry a relationship with a man longer than three months. Ever. I always wear my uniform in the dream with a handgun at my hip. What makes the dream a nightmare is that I show up for my high school reunion to find that everyone else in my year - everyone, even the people who are homosexual - are married. My friends are married, my communist friend who thinks men are scum is married, and what am I? I kill people.
In this particular version, I take a date to the reunion, and the date is Kimberly. Kimberly, unfortunately, attempts to be a gentleman at the party and talks with my friends' husbands about the finer points of murder. One of my friends is married to Alphonse (in armour form), and the two of them get into an argument over the worth of a human life. Kimberly flashes is tatooed hands; Al flashes his shiny, metal ass. My friend withers in embarrassment; I chew my tongue to stop agreeing with Kimberly.
Eventually, the two of them get into a fight. Kimberly blows up various things while Al attempts to transmute the uniform that the Crimson Alchemist is wearing into brown, paper bags. I drink soda, but everyone else is drunk excluding said opponents, and they start getting it on with their husbands (I think Ed is married to Envy in the dream sometimes, but Envy is a girl). Kimberly, being... well, the Crimson Alchemist, gets away from Al when the fight becomes impaired with Al making out with his wife and all. We then go back to the base and kill people.
Sometimes, if I'm very unlucky, the dream continues to a sort of afterword where Kimberly blows things up, I command people to kill, and Roy Mustang makes a guest appearance as my casual sex buddy.
Actually, it's an alright dream, but I'm still not married.