I was rejoining a WC3 RPG, this time in the form of a Troll Headhunter. I adventured through the various stages, finally getting to the last one where the other remaining player was. The Sexy Medic stepped out of a room, pulling her uniform's pants up.
(away from home + forced to get up early != dream rememberance)
I was on a PHPBB, reading about a war, then my view flipped to a live reporter who was covering it, and had a camera.
Then I was with my parents, talking to a general about the army. He was rambling about how difficult it was to move from active to inactive service, etc, etc.