The classic (or cliche) anxiety dream seems to be the one where you’re at school or at work or wherever (the place doesn’t seem to matter too much as long as it’s public and filled with people) and all of a sudden you realize you’re naked. I have never had that dream (not that I’m complaining). No, my anxiety dreams are about the Navy. I’m on a ship, the ship’s at the pier (it’s very rarely at sea – I’m not sure why), and everyone is rushing around preparing to go to sea (maybe in a couple of hours, maybe the next day – soon) or preparing for something big, and I have no idea what’s going on. It’s always me as I am now, years out of active duty, having forgotten more than I ever knew. I don’t know where to go, how to get around, what to do, what to say, or even what to wear. Sometimes people are nice to me and sometimes they’re not, but everyone has a job to do and understands what that is except me. That would be bad enough if in the dream I thought I was supposed to know all those things, but I always know I don’t belong there. I’m not supposed to be on the ship – I got out! I was free. How did I end up back there? I hate that dream. Had it last night. Much as I hate the 6:00 alarm (who’s singing now?), I was a teensy bit happy to wake up to it this morning.