Some days i have a hard time pulling myself away from my dreams. Itapos;s not so much avoiding the day that drives me back to sleep each time i open my eyes. Itapos;s that i want to get back into my dreams. The longer i sleep, the better the dreams get, generally. Sadly, iapos;m not so good at remembering them. I should probably take notes in those waking moments that break up the sleepy day. I remember a couple of impressions though.
i was small and fit well into a second row seat in a grade school class. All of the students, including me, seemed incredibly bright-eyed and interested in the topic of discussion. The teacher, a storybook schoolmarm, was talking about a family of gigantic proteins called halides. She was explaining that these massive globular proteins played a universal role in modifying the intensity of intracellular signaling. But actually, halides are salts containing halogens. Halogens, incidentally, are a group of elements iapos;ve always found appealing, both in their names and with the applications iapos;ve used them for. Chlorine, fluorine, bromine, iodine.
in another dream, i was the emperor of the galaxy. I was in a gigantic and sinister looking audiance chamber, commanding my fanatical legions to spread across space in search of some other race to enslave since we had already crushed all human resistance. My outfit was amazing with a collar twice as high as me. And platform shoes. I remember being completely awe-struck by my wifeapos;s beauty, but concerned that she didnapos;t approve of my conquests.
i also remember laying around in bed and talking on the phone with a playmate from my childhood. Only we werenapos;t children. We were teenagers. And i wasnapos;t in my dark wood-paneled room. I was in a sort of teenage princess bedroom with giant sunlit windows and a white day bed. The playmate was sharon wagget. Her family lived next door to mine in our american camp in nigeria. I was 5, i think. Sharon was a year or two older. We used to play doctor and she bossed me around a lot.
thinking back on sharon now, iapos;ve got this one memory.. It was the morning we were leaving to return to america. My dad was finished with the job. We woke up before dawn and a lot of us got together at the cornetsapos; house to say our goodbyes. I said goodbye to sharon just as the sun started coming up. We were alone, a couple houses down where there was an empty lot with a concrete slab. I gave her a rose. This seems ridiculous. Itapos;s hard to imagine this really happened, but the memory is there. I also distinctly remember watching the sun coming up over a set of fields while riding in a company car to the airport.
now i have to go give drugs to unborn chickens.
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