of bad luck, bad choice or poison

there is no way he can figure out what is going on when he closes his eyes

far more difficult, and uncomfortable sleep than he has known before....

"she tries to bump his sleeping body awake, but he is out of his head and there is no way to send or receive the signal from light, sound, touch, or intuition."

a cockroach crawls across his sleeping body, and he awakes with start, seeing giant spiders temporarily.

this moment in his darkest most difficult sleep, the police man cockroach stares into the black abyss, his friends sound in his head a moment replayed again and again "i can only get that if i bash him"....

he looks back, bash flower meds, sure made some difficult speech.

imagines a largely pathetic internal body somehow consuming payments,

while my fighter limbs remain still and out of the story,

the story your watching? as though still wasting my time, i don't know why that is.

uncontrolled energy has him waking worse for it...finishing off a full course, of

"i am not my thoughts" and thoughts are simply distracting sounds....it can be tiresome and worksome.

but yeh sleeping energy is uncontrolled, and i'll have to be more logical