I don't know how or what caused me to dream about military police but I was knee deep in my subconscious with it. It first started with a training exercise, complete with huge semi automatic weaponry, and a brutish commanding officer hell bent on warping new recruits. There were no familiar faces, the building itself was an old warehouse converted into a barracks. Lighting was dark, cold, and heavy.
Only after a long, arduous ordeal with training, we were set up for a possible threat, security mostly. Now what I couldn't get was having weapons drawn inside of a building, locked on 'supposed' terrorists/detractors, and even then they had no knowledge of artillery being pointed them.
It seemed kind of odd to me to witness this, and I being of questioning personality asked "What is the purpose of this exercise if all we are going to do is freak people out with guns, behind close doors, and subsequently invoking some insane clause about National Security?"
Not long I was shuffled into a office with papers, and told to wait, then I was meandered to the barracks and told to wait some more. Wait, wait, wait, I finally said fuck it, I'm sleeping. Bad idea.
I awoke strapped into a chair facing a metal desk, all kinds of electronic contraptions monitoring littered the desk, and I noticed my belongings were strewn about with little care, or concern to their owners respect.
The questions came, and they were furious. I couldn't keep pace with their demands to questions I thought had no business being asked. I was able to catch few things from the barrage of verbal vomit.
"Why do you have these?"
"Where did you get them?"
"Why do you have them?" Pointing towards my medicine bottles.
"I take them...." I said.
"These are illegal, where did you get them?" On and on the demented officer flayed.
"So you are admitting to owning, taking these?"
I had to stop, my gut instinct told me to say nothing more. I was already being hooked for the fall. Gutted like a catfish, not such a swell feeling.
I couldn't see answering two men who were so hellishly looking, fishing for something to throw me in the brig for. Obviously, I was under duress, but in situations like these your not sure whether to shit, or breathe.
I basically let them go on, as I waited for a break, all I could muster was a breath before the huge men carried on like screaming wet children in a hot summer.
With a phone attached to my face, the barreling man to my left screaming at me, how was I supposed to answer?
"He's being difficult, he won't answer our questions, what he has in his possession is illegal..."
Then I woke up.
Welcome to my world, its a weird experience but we get through.
