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Nightmares Before the Variable
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They say at night, sometime between last night’s evening chow and when the French and Indians forget to show, the bitch-shift of o’dark-thirty will get a nightly comedy and I’m the comedian. Sometimes I’m a marionette, twitching on autistic strings. Sometimes I’m the human FM, reciting weapon ranges and creeds. Other times I might be briefing or even leading a mission. I do not remember these things, at least, not usually. Come morning, they’ll tell me about my performances and everyone laughs, myself included. Sometimes though…sometimes I remember what it was that possessed me. I do not tell them because on those rare times I do remember, I can recall only confusion, failure and panic followed by a long watch in the morning’s chill.
I wonder how long it is before I dream of dead boys staring up at me with dead eyes.
They say at night, sometime between last night’s evening chow and when the French and Indians forget to show, the bitch-shift of o’dark-thirty will get a nightly comedy and I’m the comedian. Sometimes I’m a marionette, twitching on autistic strings. Sometimes I’m the human FM, reciting weapon ranges and creeds. Other times I might be briefing or even leading a mission. I do not remember these things, at least, not usually. Come morning, they’ll tell me about my performances and everyone laughs, myself included. Sometimes though…sometimes I remember what it was that possessed me. I do not tell them because on those rare times I do remember, I can recall only confusion, failure and panic followed by a long watch in the morning’s chill.
I wonder how long it is before I dream of dead boys staring up at me with dead eyes.
Written after LDAC; in particular, the night before I was PL where I woke up twice, almost completely disorientated, due to nightmares. During Basic and AIT I also had had trouble with sleepwalking.
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