Sunday, February 17, 2002
What? |10:37 PM|
I don't really recall most of the weekend. I don't know if some kind of sleep deprivation bill came due, or if the money situation depressed me to the point that not even my medication could fight it, but I seem to have spent most of the last 24 hours in and around my bed. I remember being called by a couple people, and I remember trying to sleep through the fantastically obnoxious alarm clocks I have, but other than that it's all a blur. The only thing I can clearly recall is the feeling of my eyes closing, over and over.
I had a dream where I found a check for a couple thousand dollars from some damned magazine. I had apparently leaked some key info to them, and they had gratefully payed me. Looking at the check I realized it wasn't really for cash, it was a fake check that showed the value of a bunch of coupons they had given me. In the odd reality of the dream, the check changed back to cash, but only for $300, then back to coupons, then back to cash for the full amount. That's when I realized I wasn't being an incompetent check reader, it was some sort of dream.
I also dreamed of being sent to war in my neighborhood. I hated every damned second of it. Not so much "The horrors" of war, but the minor annoyances. I was always reloading, cleaning up the people I had shot to death, having to duck and hide while other people defended my out of ammo self, just annoyances building up to intolerable levels. Really stupid stuff.
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