Green Goes

last night I had a morphing dream in which I did several things but I only remembered one, I went to one of my uncles military bases where he worked at, maybe it was someone elses, they all look the same, anyway I went to a military army base and there was a yearly opening ceremony for the soldiers, they must wear new green uniforms or paint there old ones so they look new, if you have a discolored shirt you better not show up that day, so I went to see the ceremony for some reason. I say for some reason because I dont enjoy being with or looking at the mexican army, but in the dream aparently I did, so I went to the entrance of the base to see where we could go see the event and a soldier showed up with a discolored shirt, the guard at the entrance (looked more like a higher ranking officer) looked at him and asked him are you sure you want to go inside, the soldier said yes, said he couldnt get a shirt or something, so the higher ranking officer gave him a cigarette and let him pass, I stayed to see what the cigarette meant. Turned out after the event the guard beat the soldier up, so I figured the cigarette was like symbolic, and thats all I remember about last nights dream, In real life I used to have an uncle in the army (actually I had more relatives in the army) he was a mayor and he always use to tell me that our name (we were both named Mario) meant machine gun in english, machine gun in spanish sounds like "the best" using slang and bad words, my uncle loved bad words and he used them all the time and he loved playing tricks on people, he acted like a little kid which was uncomfortable because he had a uniform and gun and was a grown up so I felt uncomfortable around him even though he was a nice guy, once he grabbed a bottle of mustard and squirted it on me, a yellow colored string came out of the bottle towards me so I thought it was the real thing but it was just a string attached to the bottle, I think that was the drop that spilled the glass because after that I just avoided him. As I said I dont like the mexican army I did my military service with both the navy and army and that experience made me loose all hope of ever joining the military, because I did play with the idea of being a soldier, I like order, honor and discipline but after seeing the real thing I knew there was nothing there for me, the mexican military lacks funding, honor, discipline and common sence, you can see their faces and see that even they dont like themselves. I also like guns and I think I would probably enjoy killing bad guys. I dont run away from a fight, the only one time I did walk away from a fight was when I lived in monterrey mexico, at school I went to, I entered my classroom singing a commercial song (for a ranch bug killing product) which was stuck in my head, turned out a classmate was in the classroom and heard me singing that and he felt offended, I think he worked at his families ranch, so he told me "Im going to beat you up after school" I said "what?, oh you mean the song, Im sorry if it offended you" or something in that order, but he didnt care he just wanted to fight, I think he was Irish, he was blond and wore t-shirts with Irish things on them, he was short and really strong, looked like a small bull to me, I say he probably carried bags of manuer or something and I was in really bad shape physicaly at the time, so I knew if I fought him I would probably end up at the hospital, the posibility crossed my mind, so I just ignored him the rest of the day, at the end of the day he said I´ll see you in the parking lot, I said ok and I walked behind him, then we reached a main hall and he went up towards the parking lot and I turned down towards my school bus I had to take, I walked slowly in case he wanted to catch up with me or something, luckily he didnt follow me, I was willing to fight but only as a last resort, I was living alone at the time and had no one to rush to my help in case I needed to be hospitalized, so I had more to loose then he did. The next day at school was normal he didnt say anything and I tried to avoid him all together like nothing had happened, except something did happen, I unfriended the Irish dude not that he was ever my friend and dont take me wrong I like Irish people. So I think if I had joined the armed forces I would have been a good commander, probably have the happiest group of soldiers ever and not be afraid to take on the bad guys but I cant handle the people currently running the military, those people are jokers... oh and I wouldnt be afraid of taking on the bad gringos either...