And here we go again, Another work day starting and I am absolutely dead on my feet. I am dropping into sleep unknowingly. Just typing along and I drop into a dream state.
On this last time I was elevated (physically) and the put in the cockpit of a Japanese Zero fighter ready to attack something. Then I realize that the fighter is on the side of the US. Then I fall back into dream state and find myself in the war zone. This time I am still away from the main camp. Next I am a smallish boy wanting to eat breakfast. My father, a great man, appears on horseback in a tent but the horse dies plunging forward. Though my eyes there is no blood, just the front of the horse is has disappeared. Then we have let. Now I am spectator watching someone (a dad). Next I am in the army watching some hospital. I am just all over the map, but I sense premeds basically they want to play doctor when they grow up. So are they all perverts? And someone is dead, with red eyes and a wife is very sad & afraid. Then the man is an alien, and we are having to negotiate with him to leave you alone. Then my father (unrecognized to me) appears in an extremely racially stereotypical environment playing baseball indoors with a frying pan for a bat. Wow, that's weird. But that's what you get when you are partially awake in the morning and your fingers are on the keyboard.
Then I am a late teenager going out to fix something. I am leading the charge and my white sidekick will follow me. I get close to my objective and a part of me is cast into a tree and tries to haul me up by my long tail. The tail breaks off. I am just mildly irritated -- SNAFU. Now the man goes back to his dead wife in repose in his house and imagines a huge explosion ending in a mushroom cloud. A sound technician is asked to add the FX and grins and reaches for its store. Then they come up to the next sorte and get ready to fire bomb it as well. Yelling into the pig curing basement. And a young early 20's girl is struggling to get out to add the strength of mind and resolve to win the fight.
The captain recons today the enemy has ridden marauding over the seas. And his determination to heave it. He escapes from the window realizing that the police want to lock him up and deny the call on which I ask forgiveness. "Is that all?" they reply who (apparently) is my mother. My wife struggles to stay alive and wants to reach for and do something but she only manages a last silent look. Unmemorable and blank. Not how I would want to remember her. There the movie ends.
Time for another coffee.
So a a few hours some light headedness and a serious hot flash later I realize that taking 225 mg of Wellbutrin isn't a good idea if you have been off it for a while. I should take the remaining pills and break them into thirds (1/3) or smaller!
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