My sleeping periods lately have been incredible.
Each one feels like it's many hours long, and in mot cases is actually restful. In the past few weeks I felt like most naps made me more tired if anything, so this is a nice change.
Also, every single time I sleep now, I have a vivid memorable dream that seems to take place over a long period of time. In most cases I wake up after the dream and before the alarm. Here's my latest dream:
I signed up for a new gym. This one was weird - it was all shiny black and metal, and basically you go and get your own small cubicle to work out in. The first cubeicle I went into didn't have much equipment. Different cubes have different equipment. The next one was a bit better, but I was getting tired of carrying my stuff around. I had my laptop, mp3 player, and TI-89 calculator. Someone in the gym commented on my calculator.
All of a sudden, there was a small fire in the common area of the gym. I had a tough time making it out because I had to carry all of my stuff, which kept falling out of my hands.
I made it back home and noticed there was a fire there too... my stuff was slowly getting burnt up and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I met with some friends at this fish store (there was acutally a whole fish thread woven into the story, but it's too long to write here) that was owned by a friend of a friend.
When I made it back to my house, there was another fire there. It was small but persistent and kept burning my stuff.
I talked to my friends the next day and it turns out that all but one of them had a fire in their house as well. We decide that it wasn't coincidence and go back to the fish store. The owner is shady and sells guns in the back. I wanted to buy AK-47s, someone else really wanted M16s. I woke up during the argument.
As far as I was concerned, she was perfect. She was at least as smart as I was, was a dancer and had the body to prove it, and had a smile that could disarm the national guard. Let's call her Julie.
So, like an earthworm stalking it's prey, I put my usual game on her. Since my last flowchart was so popular, I've made another one to show you how I dealt with the ladies back then:
Nedless to say, things went slowly. We hung out nearly every day for the last couple months of our Senior year summer vacation. Like many guys, I was totally oblivious to her attraction for me. One morning Julie came over really early while I was still sleeping, and squeezed into my twin bed with me. I woke up, and assumed that she must be tired - it didn't even occur to me that she might like me. Finally on the last week of that vacation she said to me,
“When they brought me in to identify the body, I was unsure what they were expecting of me. The body was badly burned, almost to a cinder. The only thing that gave it away was the necklace around her neck. The intermittent stones, the malformed gold draped around her neck...it was her, I was sure of it. I had seen it around her neck when I kissed her goodnight. I had first seen it around three months before when I gave it to her as a anniversary gift. When asked if I could think of who would want to hurt her, I had to admit I didn't know anyone who would want to. But I knew someone who was willing to start a fire.
They picked him up soon after that. His hands were badly burned, but he had not gone to seek medical treatment. Said that he barely felt it at all. I knew his history, an it was only for that reason that I believed him. He had lost sensation in his hands years earlier, when his family had been killed in a fire. Back then, I had taken up his care during and after his stay in the hospital. I was at the trial when he was accused of arson.
A new therapist was assigned to the boy. He was brought in to try and substantiate that the boy was insane at the time of the act. His testimony was loose, but it drove the point home. When asked later if I had anything I wished to say, I suggested that instead of prison, the boy be kept in a institution. It wasn't about my desire to see him receive treatment. I knew that if he was sent to prison there would be a chance at an appeal. If they were convinced that he had a long standing, mental ailment, he would be kept under observation for the rest of their life. Treating him as a criminal was foolish. The truth was he was insane.
His lawyer informed me after the trial that I was going to be a character witness...that I was the one most qualified to speak on the boys inclinations. I thought about the years I had spent talking with the boy, about his family and his childhood. And I thought about the years I had spent with my wife, about the day when we first met, and the condition of her body when I was asked to identify her.
I had to bury what was left of my wife in a casket, though at that point they might as well had just gone all the way and cremated her.