Weird dreams and past lives

Ok, so I have really weird dreams, its a nightly occurance. Anyone that knows me, however, knows my love of the 1940s-50s especially anything to do with WWII. (The campaign in Europe more than the Pacific). I love big band music and especially Moonlight Serenade, I get quite emotional when I hear it.
Anyway, last night I had a dream that I was walking with a group of women (friends and collegues I presumed). We were all dressed in white, and I had on white shoes. Anyway, we were walking near some woods when we heard a loud noise and up ahead I could see smoke and a green jeep. I went running, and there were several men in uniform running about and saying something about getting a man out of the jeep that was injured. I told them to leave him where he was and not to move him since they could make his injuries worse. I climbed up into the jeep and there was a young man sort of half on, half off the seat. He had a massive wound on his head near the top in the back, and his left arm was hurt.
A man came carrying an IV bag and we kept trying to get the needle in his arm but it kept falling out. Finally the other man held his arm very still and I stuck the needle in and wrapped it with something so it wouldnt fall out. The boy I was working on was talking really fast either because thats just how it happens in dreams or because he was scared. He kept saying that he needed to tell me something important, something that had happened and I kept trying to find a piece of paper or something to write with. I do remember asking his name and he told it to me and I wrote it down (guess i found the paper) and he told me he was in the Airborne (which for some reason made me start to sob in the dream). He told me he was scared so I laid his head (bleeding and all) on my shoulder and hummed a song to him. I cant remember the song, it was pretty though. I kept crying because I knew he was going to die and I couldnt do anymore than I already had for him. He was sweet and told me that he loved me even though he just met me and then I woke up.

Weird? Told you so.

Ive strained my brain all damn day to see that piece of paper with his name on it...he had given me his first, middle, and last name and the only one I remember is the name Quinn. I dont know if it was his first, middle or last name. Its just one of those dreams that has stuck with me all day, and further supports my assertions that I was alive during WWII and am having memories of that life today still.
Anyway, thats the blog youre getting today, I dont feel like bitching for once.