I was having that dream where I’m back at school except that I was at one of the many technical schools I attended when I was in the military. It was the first day of school and according to the calendar I was expected to show up in my dress blue uniform, but all I had in my baggage were my green camouflage uniforms, so I’m panicking. I asked my roomie if he thought I should show up for class in my cammies and stand out like a snowball in a coal bin, or show up in civvies, or just not show up at all. A different guy who wandered past my room suggested I go knocking on doors asking if I could borrow shirt, pants and a tie. “What good would that do? I’d still be out of uniform!” I said, because I wouldn’t have a name tag and my hair was long and I had a beard. And if I wore someone else’s shirt or jacket the rank would be wrong because there’s no rank for Master Sergeant Retired. I knew I wasn’t in the Air Force any more, I knew I was a retired sixty-five year old with long hair and a beard, but for some reason I didn’t know I could just go home. What could they do about it? But instead I kept panicking, because that’s how these dreams go. Last thing I remember is I was thinking of going to the commander of the school and telling him I shouldn’t be there.