Vietnam Vet at 4AM
Once again I find myself going to bed rather early,
but waking around 4 in the morning. I have no idea why this has
started to happen recently, but I am presuming it’s biological since
my Dad has similar sleep patterns.
Human beings tend to think from one day to the next
-today is today, tomorrow is tomorrow- and the borders between the
days are maintained by sleep. So, to me at least, waking up at such an
odd hour seems to give me an extra day (albeit, one only an hour or so
long). Keep in mind, I only stay awake for an hour or so, then get
tired again and return to the Upper Bunk.
As I usually
do, I walked over to my fridge and replenished the liquid I had lost
while sleeping and then progressed outside of my room. I feel sorry
for the people at JMU that live in long hallways where you have to
walk by 30 doors to get to a staircase, I rather enjoy the fact that I
can avoid human contact while moving around. I went to the window and
opened it up – 81 was quiet, there were just a few trucks passing
every couple of minutes. You could hear them a mile off as they
started getting gradually louder and after they roared by it was
nearly silent again.
Alright, I walked around some more
to see if anyone was around. My insomniac friend from next door had
just taken a shower and I said “Hi” then kept walking. When I got
outside a cab pulled up and one guy got out and walked briskly inside
the building, He looked pretty out of it.
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What I look like, presumably, |
If I could somehow focus what I refer to as “The 4 AM
Craziness” I currently possess, I could probably do some useful
things. I could make people breakfast, or do my homework, but for some
reason I don’t. More than likely I would just end up updating this
website, but what the hell.
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Maybe I should videotape myself sleeping sometime. I know I sleep like
a Vietnam Vet with all my kicking and twisting, but it’d be cool to
know exactly what I do. I have the “falling” dream at least a dozen
times every night (the one where you kick like a crazy person because
your body believes you’re falling). It probably means that my
subconscious thinks I’m failing (failing = falling).
| Your Dream: Falling
Words like falling: Loss of honor. Fear of failure. Loss of power |
Yeah, that sounds about right.
But how can I have the “flying” dream then, too?
| Your Dream: Flying
Words like flying: Combination of control and freedom. Power. |
I guess this means I’m very successful in my failure.
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In Other News:
– Fall in love with the Idea of Love?
– Nah
– Dammit Dixon, you have to hit the three
at the Buzzer.
Some people just wanted to blow it
all to hell, animal, vegetable and mineral. They wanted a Vietnam they
could fit into their car ashtrays.
– Michael Herr, Dispatches, 1977