4 am

I drifted off earlier...

In my dream I recalled visiting the Performing Arts Center as a kid. It was a field trip in which our class was to be exposed to music and culture. Most of the kids thought it was nothing more than the music teacher's means of performing a 4 hour torture on an entire class of children. Oddly enough I actually enjoyed the show. I had never seen an orchestra before and was surprised at how well all the music could rise and fall drawing on so many emotions.

But my dream wasn't about the music, but rather the feeling I had from being sealed in the auditorium. Sound didn't travel the same way it did in the rest of the world, no echo, no reverberation.

It was almost like I was embraced in silence.

But it wasn't' long until the silence began to consume me, fear began to set in.

Even as I walked down the ramp leading to the out-side-world. The sensation of sound was not returning. I felt something tugging on me, wrapping it's self around my throat and pulling me back into the auditorium. With one hand reaching for my throat my other arm thrashed about.

My eyes opened as I continued to thrash about in bed, sitting upright my wind-pipe disengaged from the mucus brought on from this terrible virus. It was just enough to let air back into my lungs.

This was two hours ago (2 am to be precise) when I woke up choking for air. I rushed into the bathroom choking on phlegm and feebly attempting to catch my breath. My eyes were red as if I had been strangled.

I attempted to go back to sleep, but only to the same ends (just not to the same degree). My fate seems to be paralleling that of the Elephant Man (the laying down thing, not the deformation thing).

I'm going to go to the doctors today for a prescription and a note excusing Exile from gym class.

oh, and in case you're wondering...
In hell, there is still nothing on basic cable.



Exile

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