I'm so glad it's not true...

I rarely remember my dreams. I'm not sure why, but I don't. I remember a peice of one I had last night that didn't really scare me, but made me think. I somehow always know I'm dreaming when I dream, so it's not like I'm experiencing it or like I'm scared. In this dream, I was back in the Air Force and I was packing to go somewhere. Rachel was very sad and I was, too. But, more than anything I knew I had to go and it was my duty to go. At the same time, I knew it wasn't real and just watched myself, knowing how blessed I really was while simultaneously appreciating that other me for going and doing his duty. I think about that quite a bit. Our lives take different courses depending on the paths we choose. I feel led by God, but also know I choose, albeit prayerfully, which way to go. I don't hold too much to "What if?" questions, but I think we can all appreciate the thoughts of where we could be under different circumstances or if we had chosen different paths. Do things like this ever cross your minds?