career soldier, known as The Auk -- joined the 62nd Punjab Regiment in 1904, served until 1947.  Born in Aldershot in 1884, died in Marrakech, Morocco in 1981.

My dreams lately have been so vivid and specific but not in a Freudian way, at least I don't think so.  Last night I was in Marrakech with my "friend" [I didn't know I had a friend there but apparently I did]...

         Copyright Bianca Dorso; used with permission

-- the problem was, the only way to get my friend out of the country (a fairly urgent matter for some reason) was to "lose" my passport so "someone" could "find" it and doctor it up for his use and then I would have to go the Embassy and report mine missing and get a new one, which in my mind felt very "Tale of Two Cities" - ish somehow, though it doesn't much feel that way now, in the harsh light of day, so to speak.

Then I was in a marketplace or bazaar, surrrounded by women in toaster covers who were herding children about in preparation for a school ceremony, and I found myself hoping I could pull off this whole get-my-papers-back or else I might be headed toward the Marrakechian equivalent of the guillotine, which involved a crowd and a soccer stadium and a pile of stones and being buried up to my neck and perhaps this wasn't Morocco at all.

And no, this isn't a coded message, and no, if it's really naughty in a Freudian way, please don't tell me. 

I'm also working on another limerick for Metamorphosism.  You should try too!