Dream One 12/05/2010:

Okay i will now describe my dream:
My eyes open, the sand is blowing in my eyes and i seek to find somewhere to sit down. I see these two men, these are beckoning me, and shouting at me, theyre lips looked like they were shouting "Private".

They are crouching, behind a wall, clothed in Desert Camoflage. Both have
L85A2 Assault Rifles. They are pointing at me and pointing over the wall, they then proceed to singal me to look. I look down at my legs, Desert Boots, And Desert Trousers. I look at my hands, fingerless gloves in both and a L85A2 Assault Rifle hanging from my shoulder, in a sling. I then hear a snap. A bullet.
The two men, then start firing. I then look in a Scope, i assume it was the SUSAT sight on the L85A2. I start shooting, my heart racing and adrenaline.

Can this mean, that i am meant to be a Soldier. That the Iraq & Afghanistan war will still ravage on, and that i am meant to be there?

It felt so real, i could feel the sand stining my eyes, and my feet sinking in the sand.

All my life, i wanted to be a soldier, my uncle said Soldiering can be in your blood.

But i have never felt so certain about something, and never felt i have a purpose. Can this be my purpose?

Dream Two 05/08/2010:

I yet again see these two men, its as if we'd known each other for year. We are sitting on the back of a truck, and there are other soldiers around me laughin, talking and smoking.
The truck stops, i look around. Sand, sand and more sand.
The driver shouts "This is it boys".
I feel scared, but curious into what is happening.
Suddenly a cloud of dust and a mighty bang is erupting on my right. I take cover behind the truck. I presume it was mortar fire. There is a small man, who looks around 17-20. I say something, and then i realise its my reflection. A small man, maybe 5'7/5'8 with some stubble and a thousand yard stare in his eyes.
In the trance, the man, whos name read Collins on his helmet tapped me on the shoulder and told me we're moving up.
The dream ends.