Of un-interrupted sleep.
That's all I'm asking.
The last week or so I've been sleeping shitty and I don't know why. I'm not sick and I'm feeling pretty good for the most part.
It's these damn dreams I've been having.
The latest one is me reliving a time in my life I'd soon forget. It happened on July 17th, 1987, four months before I was to be discharged.
I was standing in the door of a C-130 flying at 1900 feet. Static line was hooked, and the green light came on.
I stepped out the door into nothing, going instinctively into a perfect PLF... Chin in my chest, legs together, knees slightly bent, toes together pointed at the ground.
One-thousand one, one-thousand two, one-thousand three, then...
I should have felt the jerk and heard the pop of the canopy deploying... But nothing happened.
1900 feet is not a lot of altitude when you have to deploy the reserve and cut away the streamer...
The unexpected happens. Bladders release, bowels turn fluid...
I was able to deploy my reserve canopy for real when it happened, but it made this ex-paratrooper an avowed acrophobe. I get vertigo standing on a damn step-stool now.
But in my dream I keep falling, faster and faster...
And wake in a cold sweat hours before I need to wake, and unable to get back to sleep.
I wonder if it's my subconscious telling me something in some sort of sick metaphor?
Copyright 2005 Thomas J Wolfenden