I don't know whether it was my body's reaction to the allergen or the surgery they performed on me or all of the alcohol I consumed at the party I went to an hour after I was released from the hospital on the grounds that I would get plenty of bed rest, but something inside me was changed. That night my roommate woke me, telling me I had been talking in my sleep.
"What was I saying?" I asked him.
"I dunno, man," he said, looking bewildered. "I thought I heard you say something about skydiving during a lightning storm."
The next two nights the same thing happened. I would open my eyes and he would be standing over me, telling me I had been muttering about juggling cats. It was at this point that it occurred to me he might have been playing a joke. The next evening I tape-recorded my sleep, and discovered, to my surprise, that I was not being lied to. I was chattering all night long about all sorts of nonsense: "wear sweatpants to a funeral," I said; or, "play russian roulette with a semi-automatic." Every night I kept talking, and every night I would suggest the same sort of things:
Bad ideas.
5 comments:
Hallucinating and not remembering what crazy stuff you say is just a common side effect of ketamine.
Not that I know from experience...
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Those ideas aren't that bad...he just needed to find practical applications for them.
as someone named becky would have said as a small child"infinity bad ideas"
I have spotted a grammatical error: "doctor's" in the 1st paragraph should be "doctors." Sorry. It's my pet peeve. Good piece though. I can't wait to read the next part(s).
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