Dream, 27 March 1990

I had a very weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was an army captain or major or something in charge of a regiment. I not only had the point of view of my own self, I also had the point of view of the sergeant under me. We marched around and the sergeant went into a sort of latrine, ostensibly to meet some woman and talk to her or something. I suddenly became him, and he had this rag doll and seemed to be trying to flush it...in any case, outside you could hear some sort of muffled commotion.

I became myself again and the sarge came out with a grim, triumphant look and we marched on. We came to a Playboy bunny beach and we went in. We all had to disrobe. I sat on a couch holding a large pillow to me. I can't remember exactly what happened after that, except that we left, clothed.