It was a very vivd dream.

Two old friends, walking down a familir street, only more run down than expected.

One wore his Navy dress uniform... the other a Marine dress... talking about the old days.

I know why Zack was wearing that, and I can't figure out why the hell I was wearing a marine uniform.

Dreams for me always have had some sort of fortelling aspect to them. Weather that's in my head or not is open for debate, and I'm most likely wrong.

Is this a sign of something to come, walking down the streets that was once home and seeing it in shambles, discussing the glory days.

Was definetly something when i woke up it left me feeling older.