Anyone else had this?

I have those every now and then, but not with just FUMA, college too.

Definitely--not as many as I used to---but I've had them. Have dreams where I'm trying to get my room clean and it keeps getting dirtier and it's Saturday morning and the inspecting officer is approaching.

I have the dream more often about college...the ever-so-common "you have a final exam, but you haven't been to the class"

Ha! Although I thought we had a thread on this...we all have those dreams. I can think of four alumnus that have the same or similar dreams about FUMA. We all had great experiences and memories, but it is funny how we all end back at FUMA due to being a credit short or something like that...LOL One of my many recurring priceless memories.

you know I have to laugh, cause the dream is very detailed and I am "b*tching" the entire dream. "What about my job, can I at least have my car off campus, to heck with this what are you going to do if I don't come back, what do you mean I do not have a job if I do not go back and complete the class"...ha ha ha. Great stuff ROFL.

Dave,

I end up the same way in my dream. I spend the whole thing on the phone with my wife or my job explaining that I have to go and surrender my cell phone to the Commandant's office. But, the dream is so vivid. The crappy desk, the itchy short-sleeved class B shirts, the tile floors, and even waiting in line to use the Rear.

I don't know why these dreams are happening again (had one last night). But, again, another 'one credit shy' dream...

I actually had two of them last night. One was that I came back as a PG and was really upset because I didn't know what to do for day care for my son and daughter, and the other I had to beg the commandant for my rank back so I didn't have to buff the halls....Weird.

I was paying golf with Darren Bardell in and Alumni weekend golf tournament a few years back. We got into this conversation about having FUMA dreams. The other guys we were playing with also had a lot of them. It's probably because we lived there 24/7 for years at a crucial point in our lives that we all tend to have them.

I had those dreams about being back in FUMA. Only I would be walking around campus in my US Navy submarine overalls with my boat shoes on and no hat and always getting intercepted by Col Pulliam who proceeded to dress me down about how out of uniform I was and I am always spluttering about the USS Bremerton...............................

Weird. :shock:

The current cadets are having these "nightmares" too...only they really have to go back after the holidays :D

You should have seen my son's face when I said that we were having clean up CQ before Christmas. He said "yea but its not mandatory" with a smile on his face...I said.."you want to bet?"

We all had a great time actually...good memories...and a clean house. :D

Jenny,

That's a good one :idea: We desperately need a post-Christmas clean up CQ............wonder if I can talk my son into waxing the fiberglass in the bathrooms?!?!?

Barbara

My son says he faints at the smell of wax :D

It's really funny and scarry reading this thread. I am very glad to know that I am not the only one having this type of dream. However, what's seems to be a compelling question is, "Why are so many of us having the same type of dream?" :?: I don't know, but it does deserve an explanation.

I think that the dream of finding out that you have been enrolled in a class that you never went to and that you have an exam that you must pass in order to graduate from college is a very typical dream. I think it has something to do with feeling unprepared for something.

My guess is that FUMA cadets know that they must be fairly organized and prepared at all times. Being on your toes all of the time is probably stressful. It seems reasonable that when you have moved on in life and are feeling a bit overwhelmed or stressed that you might go back to that old familiar place where you were able to get it together. Just a guess.

OR...maybe it was inhaling great amount of floorwax fumes :D

My guess is that FUMA cadets know that they must be fairly organized and prepared at all times. Being on your toes all of the time is probably stressful. It seems reasonable that when you have moved on in life and are feeling a bit overwhelmed or stressed that you might go back to that old familiar place where you were able to get it together. Just a guess.

OR...maybe it was inhaling great amount of floorwax fumes :D

You know Mrs. Hatch perhapes that is why so many FUMA Alumni go into professions that either test your preparedness and/or go into a profession that constantly gives back to society. There are an awful lot of FUMA Alumni that have gone into the service, you can pick up from various postings.

I have spent my own time in the service of this great country, but now have modestly reserved myself to my local township and to surrounding cities with being a Firefighter and EMT. Challenging myself daily is a consistant thing. One slip up and my life or someone elses life is over.

So I rely on the very basics that I learned while at FUMA to judge and to live by each and every day. I often look back in my life and the things that I have done and the situations that I have found myself in and the troubles that my life has endured. You the common factor in me still being alive and able to talk about comes down to the basics that I had learned and practiced and mastered during my time at FUMA.

For this I am forever greatful. So boys who are still in FUMA and wondering why waxing floors is so damn important, or marching in a straight line is tedious, or studying each and every night for two hours seems like such a waste of time. As you grow older and reflect on your time there at FUMA, you will rejoyce in the knowledge that if it weren't for that time at FUMA and if it weren't for your loving parents, just where do you think your life would have ended up?

Take care and GOD bless...

Dreamt that I was back at FUMA in the class "B" uniform that was rather ill-fitting. Back as a PG for an extra year. I was in formation on the circle at the "C" company location along with everyone else in the cadet corp, now all grown up and having to do the same. All I was thinking was how the hell am I going to manage another year out of my life?? What about my career?? Bills and finances?... Then I started to plan how I was going to make it through the year and the kinds of things I'd do differently to survive another year of FUMA in my 30's. I damned near had a panic attack in my sleep.

Woke up in a cold sweat.

I never had a bad dream about FUMA until I started reading this forum, and had other reason to have bad dreams... I'd call it coincidence. But in my eighth grade year (1985?) , when I was an officer on A-1, I did have a guy wake me up by holding my nose closed so I couldn't breath. That was an unpleasant experience.

I still have dreams about FUMA but not as often as I used to. It usually involves trying to figure out why I'm back there after 18 years. I'm also usually ticked that I'm only a PFC when, at age 36, I should at least be a Lieutenant.

This is too funny...Doug Oberndorf just asked me the same thing not a week ago. They don't happen too often now but on occasion the dreams will make an appearance.

My dream is I have to go back for whole PG year, with no rank and a different colored uniform, always for the whole year , too weird. HF

I have had the same dreams, very strange in deed.

I wonder if these dreams have anything to do with our fears of being unprepared? For me these dreams usually occur at some stressful time in my life where I feel like I am not ready. Like the birth of my son. I also dream of being back at the Merchant Marine Academy during indoc and 4th class year. Whi was actually a lot more stressful than FUMA ever was.

Was never that stressed out at FUMA. I was too busy to stress. I think my dreams might be a part of my mind that is telling me that I did not fulfill my potential. Which is odd since I was a cadet officer my junior and senior year, all state football, state champ in football, honors graduate, and went to college on a full ride. But somehow I still think I missed something.

My first day at the MMA was like all 6 years of FUMA rolled up into 12 hours. Nothing that happened at FUMA could have prepared me for that culture shock.

I remember the grinder, which was a 50 yard square of blacktop that sits near the center of campus. It's July 5th, hot as heck, and my drill instructor is screaming in my face and asking me to repeat names of superiors back to him. Heres the problem, this guy is from northern Mass or someting, deep accent, and I am fresh out of central VA where everone talks slow and sweet. I could not understand a word this guy was saying. Don't know what got me through that day