I was in some sort of war camp. I was with other troops and intelligence units and we really got along great. It was near the woods, and the environment was festive. I got along great with my teammates. One was an older professor with problems keeping his personal life to himself. He discovered that his wife had cheated on him and I had to listen to his lamentations by phone. Also in the camp was Neil de Grasse Tyson. He was gay and I caught him kissing Alex (el gordo). When I questioned Alex, he pretended not to like it, but he I saw with my eyes that he did.
I went back to our cabin. A police woman was cleaning it, and she showed me two shorts with tartan motifs and asked me which one was mine. I wasn't sure, so I chose the one I liked the most and she told me "that's right, that's a male tartan of war". I felt good about making the right choice.