Friday, July 1, 2011

It's 3 a.m. I must be lonely.

     I'm not really lonely, however it is 3 a.m., so those just happened to be the lyrics that popped into my head. Those of you that have spent any time with me know that this happens quite frequently.  Now, why in the world am I up at 3 a.m.??? DREAMS!  Or rather nightmares...
     First, let me describe my current sleeping situation.  I am in a 12 by 12 room that is lined by 4 sets of single bunk beds.  I called a bottom bunk.  On this bottom bunk, a slim floral mattress is covered by a lime green mosquito net.  The bunk above me is probably 2 feet away from my face...
      I find myself in a dark hole and I'm growing claustrophobic.  Struggling to get free from the presence that is suffocating me I manage to squeal, "Where am I?"  I feel a comforting hand coming towards me, as if it will free me from all that is tying me down.  I hear something... my name.  "HELP!"
     Laughter breaks through as Deb, my 42 year old colleague from Boston untangles me from the mosquito net, and my body shifts from being implanted into the wall.
      My interpretation:  The side effects of malaria pills are no joke, people.


  1. Dreams are no joke, either. You have a lot to process. Enjoy your day tomorrow.

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  4. I didn't realize you were gone until I called you to see how you were doing and your number was disconnected. I am so happy you set up this blog so I can "keep in touch". I wish you the best on your journey and look forward sharing your experience with you. You are an amazing woman whom I will never forget!

  5. Awww, shucks. Thanks, Percy. :) I was going to send out a a mass text, but my phone was disconnected earlier than I realized. Hope all is well with you. Write when you can!

    Kristen, especially your dreams! I am convinced you can predict the future! Love ya!