tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340335897594941637.post1915494560194248316..comments2024-03-28T08:36:39.902+00:00Comments on Sean Linnane: DREAM SAGA 3STORMBRINGERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18405613458419510116noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340335897594941637.post-20825131810120624642013-08-19T14:49:24.394+01:002013-08-19T14:49:24.394+01:00I had two dreams that affected my life. Both happ...I had two dreams that affected my life. Both happened while I was in college. After I got out of the Army in 1976 I went back to college and enrolled in ROTC. In the summer of 1978 I was at Fort Riley for ROTC Advanced Camp. Since we had most weekends off, my buddy and I had gone to Kansas City twice to Royals games. The second time we purchased tickets for the next weekend's game, great tickets - second deck right behind home plate. The night before the game I had the dream. In the dream we had gone to KC, stopped at our usual pre-game watering hole, then had more beers at the game. On the way back to Fort Riley there was an accident. I cannot remember if we were directly involved but I remember a CJ5 rolled over in the ditch and three to four bodies. I woke up with a tremendous sense of dread. The next day, shortly after leaving Fort Riley, my buddy asked me what was wrong. I told him that it seemed silly but I went ahead and told him about my dream. His eyes got huge and he told me to turn around, back to the fort. I asked him if he really believed in that premonition stuff. I still remember the chills I got when he then told me that he had had the very same dream the night before. We turned around.<br />The second dream was not so dramatic, but helped me make a decision. Early in my senior year in college we had to fill out our "dream sheets" regarding which branch of the Army we wanted. I knew from my enlisted experience that I wanted Combat Arms but could not decide which. One night I dreamt I was leading a raid on a Soviet regimental CP. It was winter, knee deep snow, very cold. The CP was in a village that looked like some stereotypical Russian village from WWII. They had no security out and we saw smoke coming from only one chimney in the village and decided that must be the CP. We are outside the door, one of my men kicks in the door, a couple of us throw grenades inside. After the blast I find myself in the middle of the room and, due to the warmth inside, my glasses fogged up completely. I have worn glasses since 7th grade. I remember being terrified that I could not see and emptied a 30 round magazine from my M16 then hit the deck as fast as I could. That was when I woke up. I decided no infantry for me, I went into the field artillery.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com