The naked soldier

I had been accepted into the Army as a much younger, slimmer man. The training barracks where more like a school/college though and we even had lecturers.

I remember meeting my Sergeant a few times, and even the Lieutenant and possibly a Captain or a Major in his office, for normal things and to be asked if I would like to take part in something. I cannot remember what it was though I did agree. It may have been to attend a school/college!

My mind kept wandering in the one lecture I appeared to attend as she seemed to be waffling on about nothing. It was probably an English literature class as it had that sort of feel.

My touch screen computer was playing silly buggers at one point and she called for the "Computer Sergeant", which I hope I have made up.

The major recurring theme seemed to be that other than my satchel (something I have never owned), I was always naked when not in uniform, wandering the halls. Nobody seemed to mind, and some people even seemed to like this, which is definitely wishful thinking. It was all well groomed.

After a long, naked day I returned to my home where it appeared I was living with a friend. Another friend turned up, I don't know why she would, and one thing led to another. While I was desperately trying to get some sleep, but couldn't, they were desperately trying to create a new land-speed-sex record in another room. I'm quite disappointed I was not invited. This saddens me. He was making very odd noises indeed which both upset and entertained me. I have never heard him actually make noises like this, nor any normal human except on terrible American porn movies.

I eventually gave up and just wandered around the flat, naked again, obviously, wasting time, fully aware that I need my sleep because I'm in the military now! It was about 05:00 as I recall. It was very hot and very humid.

But what does it all mean?

Poor mousey

The scene opened in the back garden. Exciting I know. The fat balls that the birds consume in insane quantities needed refilling. Probably related to the amount of wildlife we seem to have in the garden.

While doing so I noticed a small netted box with a couple of the balls inside. On investigating I noticed a lovely ickle mouse had been trapped inside without access to water. It didn't look too well and had gone grey and some of its fur seemed to have fallen out.

Upon removing the netting the mouse climbed out.

Concerned about the poor little bugger, and also totally curious about watching a mouse drink water because I'm cool, I picked him back up and took him into the garage where I planned on finding him something to drink from.

I tried keeping him in the box but he did a strange and uncharacteristic backwards leap into the garage where I had no chance of seeing him again.

And then I woke up.

I realise that capturing the little bugger just to quench my curiosity may be construed as a little cruel, but I only wanted to watch him have a little drinky then I was going to let him into the garden again, honest!

I also realise that a mouse can probably find its own water.

But what does it all mean?