I had the very strangest dream last night…

I had a VERY strange dream last night…

I dreamt that I’d signed up for the Marines again.
I was at my mother’s house – but it was the house that we lived in at 5877 Rohn Way – when I was 12.
I was in her bathroom, trying to take a shower, so I could come to DIA and fly to North Carolina and report for duty.
All of my friends from the Adrian Empire in Florida were there – in the bathroom.
…while I was trying to get ready to take a shower.
They were all being quite rowdy, and hampering my efforts to shoo them out of the (tiny) bathroom, so I could get nakey and wet and clean and dry and dressed and on my way to the airport. They were all the age that I knew them – which is now 13 years ago.
Finally, I just said, ‘fuckit’, and undressed and got in the shower anyway.
Josh kept interrupting me, and I had to get out of the shower to address some issue or another – maybe it was another attempt to shoo them, as they kept sticking their heads into the shower to bug me about something or other – "Hey, we’re out of vodka!", etc.
The shower curtain was, in fact, 4 separate 1/4-length panels, making it easy for people to stick their heads in the shower.

So, then I tried to get back in the shower, and this young woman (I dunno…19-25 somewhere, short, and shortish black hair) insisted that it was her turn for the shower, since I’d already had a go.
Being naked already, I stepped back into the shower, and started to turn the water on, saying that I wasn’t done yet, and she’d either have to wait, or she’d have to put up with me being in the shower with her, because I was going to the airport, and wasn’t done yet.
She didn’t wait – she was just suddenly in the shower with me, naked and not the least bit bashful or uncomfortable about it – just sort of a matter of fact vibe of "we both need to get clean, and you’re not scary or creepy, so here we are. I do, however, expect you to scrub my back while you’re at it."
A couple minutes goes by as we take turns under the water, then she turned the water off.
I wasn’t done yet.
So I’m standing there, dripping wet, discussing with her how I still need the water, and the thought occurs to me… "Hey, I don’t even know your name…"
"I’m Georgia."
She said, "Wendy’s not going to date you anymore after this."
"After this, what?"
"After this…", and she gestured at our nakedidity.
"Oh? Yes, she will.", asI wondered at the curious turn of phrase "won’t ‘date’ you…"
"No, she won’t."
"I think I know her a little better than that…"
I looked down, and she was wearing faded blue jeans all of a sudden. I asked how she did that, and she said, "it’s like that in a dream.", then she got out of the shower.
Then *I* looked down, and *I* was wearing jeans, but I was still wet, and the fly was undone.
Then I woke up, and it was 7:03am, I was a half hour late getting out of bed, and I really DID have to get in the shower, and get to the airport.

Thank fuck that it was ‘to go to work’, and not ‘to go back into the Marines’, however.

And I do know Wendy a little better than that – I told her the dream this morning, and she was a little amused by the "Georgia on My Mind" reference.