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Sleep Journal - 190109 - Fairge Anma
Jan. 10th, 2019 09:16 pmWhen I was very young, three or four years old, I did not want to take a nap and my mother was too frayed to handle it so my dad did. I remember that he told me to lie in bed and tell myself a story and I could get up after five minutes.
Naturally, I fell asleep. I started telling myself stories at night in bed to fall asleep after that and did for ... well decades, until recently (past 5 or 10 years). It's harder now to visualize the stories and the effort is waking my brain making it harder to fall asleep.
Then I found out that if I write the stories down ... physically, pen to paper ... just before turning the lights out, I fall asleep more easily.
I don't know where this snippet will go. I don't know if it will be complete. But this is what I wrote last night (finally keyboarded into a doc file).
Index of Entries
{Re-imagining fic Fairge Anma}
I should not have signed up for that class. I knew it as soon as I got the new semester schedule. No. I knew it when I put the request into the system. So why did I?
Parapsychology. Ghostbusting 101, that's what the other students called it. A study of the lingering superstitions of modern society. Telepathy, precognition, clairvoyance, psychokinesis, synchronicity, reincarnation, "apparitional experiences", and so forth.
It had been six years. I was safe. I was keeping to safe subjects. The sciences. Math, chemistry, physics. Not so much biology; that was a little too close to what I had been. That was where he'd expect to find me, I thought. In the soft arts; healing, growing, helping. I was only a few credits away from my degree - chemistry, analytical chemistry. I had considered a physics degree; that would be even further from my early training; but I needed to think about careers and jobs.
Then my academic advisor informed me that I needed to take something in the psych department, a requirement for graduation. He suggested Child Psychology - because, he said, I would need it in another couple of years. Or maybe Human Sexuality. I didn't like the look he gave me then. The only other course on offer was Parapsych. He had some cutting observations about that subject.
The stones were cast.
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Naturally, I fell asleep. I started telling myself stories at night in bed to fall asleep after that and did for ... well decades, until recently (past 5 or 10 years). It's harder now to visualize the stories and the effort is waking my brain making it harder to fall asleep.
Then I found out that if I write the stories down ... physically, pen to paper ... just before turning the lights out, I fall asleep more easily.
I don't know where this snippet will go. I don't know if it will be complete. But this is what I wrote last night (finally keyboarded into a doc file).
{Re-imagining fic Fairge Anma}
I should not have signed up for that class. I knew it as soon as I got the new semester schedule. No. I knew it when I put the request into the system. So why did I?
Parapsychology. Ghostbusting 101, that's what the other students called it. A study of the lingering superstitions of modern society. Telepathy, precognition, clairvoyance, psychokinesis, synchronicity, reincarnation, "apparitional experiences", and so forth.
It had been six years. I was safe. I was keeping to safe subjects. The sciences. Math, chemistry, physics. Not so much biology; that was a little too close to what I had been. That was where he'd expect to find me, I thought. In the soft arts; healing, growing, helping. I was only a few credits away from my degree - chemistry, analytical chemistry. I had considered a physics degree; that would be even further from my early training; but I needed to think about careers and jobs.
Then my academic advisor informed me that I needed to take something in the psych department, a requirement for graduation. He suggested Child Psychology - because, he said, I would need it in another couple of years. Or maybe Human Sexuality. I didn't like the look he gave me then. The only other course on offer was Parapsych. He had some cutting observations about that subject.
The stones were cast.
( Read more... )
