Your sleeping you is still you.

A recent conversation made me think of a dream I had while contemplating what branch to join after high school.  It may sound like a nightmare, but in the end it was overall a positive experience.  I was originally going to join the Marines, but luckily I had a dream of being in a warzone.  We were inside of a base, in the desert at night, and we were getting bombed.  I rushed out of our tent and started running.  Too much adrenaline got in my system, and I accidentally shot a few of my fellow service members.  I was devastated.  After waking up, I realized the potential impact I could acquire by murdering someone, whether it be by accidental friendly fire, or by killing a father fighting for his country.  This was a huge wake up call to me.  My programmed dreams of being some sort of a GI Joe hero were shattered.  I was, like most kids, consumed by false ideals presented to me.  Channeled from the television and gaming consoles, I felt the urge to go on an adventure.  Traveling to rain forests, deserts, and tundras should appeal to any child that has had little excitement in his/her life.  Sadly, these same kids become killers.  Some go on to not only kill others, but also themselves.  Ever since this event, I have given dreams more thought.  Could they be some kind of learning tool, or perhaps a not so polished psychic state?