Sharkbit made me remember my college room mates buddy who was a Vietnam helicopter pilot. He would often sit straight up in bed as if flying a helicopter over the war zone. He would call out to his crew and ground control. One night he was screaming that the helicopter was going down. He was moving his hands like pulling the controls. Yelling to everyone to bail. He then jumped off the bed as if bailing out of the damage helicopter. His wife said it scared the living hell out of her.
The mind does some strange things when it reached deep REM sleep.
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“You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.”
― Richard Yates, Revolutionary Road
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