I had a dream last night. I had dreamed that I was at Disney World, but that's not the thing. It was so vivid, i could feel the afternoon sun heating my face. The dull roar of the crowds, the call of employees directing the flow of the endless bodies. The chatter of so many people from abroad. German, Indian, Chinese. People from all over the United States, Southerners, Northerners. The cry of young children. The feel of the cool breeze on my body. The occasional respite from the heat by the scattered clouds, darkening everything just a tint.
And above it all, i remembered, family, perhaps? We were eating, laughing, joking. Tiring from the long day, the long walks. The ever present heat.
I awoke crying. I don't know why. Thankfully, the only one to hear me was one of the griffons who i was commanding. I don't remember how, but we ended up cuddling together. I didn't mind, having to comfort yourself is, awkward, i'd say. It was nice. His name was Konstantin Talonsweeper. Having someone there to comfort me helped. It really did.
But the more i think, the more i realize, it wasn't a dream. It was a memory. Probably from 'The First', the one who we're all cloned from. Things are fuzzy from before the IAF was formed. Can't remember a lot of things.
We've been here at Appleoosa for about a day or so. Nothing has happened so far, besides digging, getting near-heatstroke and eyestrain. We've requested extra water for the garrison here, but it'll take a while. We can do with what we have for now though.