Dream a Little Dream With Me

[Doktor Howl]

I came to in the back of an old UH1, commonly known as the "huey".  I was loaded down with the usual gear, but fuck if I wasn't too old for this.  Glancing out the door, I saw jungle below us, then the familiar sight of Panama City.

First Sergeant Purcett leans over to me and says (you learn to talk under the rotors, rather than trying to shout over them) "You look like shit, Shaky."  I try to tell him that I'm in my 40s now, not 19 or 20, but he isn't listening.  He's dead, of course, of a heart attack back in 2007.  This may explain why his face is all purple.

We begin taking small arms fire, and the crew chief responds with his M60.  I hear the horrible punch-press noise of bullets punching through the airframe, and the helicopter begins to yaw.  That's not good, means the tail rotor - or its drive - is fucked up, and we're going to be on the ground, one way or another, in just a few seconds.

The yaw turns into a spin, and we begin losing altitude.  The first sergeant leans over again.  "Speaking from a maintenance point of view, how could this sort of occurrence be avoided in the future?"

"By not being shot at?", I respond.

The ground is getting very close now.  He laughs, then stops.  "This is no time for your jokes, Shaky.  The 15" jet mill is down, the boiler's acting funny, and I think we're on fire."

He's right, of course.  Burning hydraulic fluid is leaking into the cargo compartment.  It's a race between burning and going boom on impact.  This is absolute bullshit.  Then I remember that I fell asleep without taking my pills, but it doesn't seem really important right now.

The ground keeps getting closer, but we never seem to hit.  More rounds pass through the cockpit, and the pilots both slump over their controls.  I point out to the first sergeant that our goose is well and truly cooked.

"That's not important, Shaky.  What's important is the Goddamn condition you're in.  Just look at you.  You can't sleep without the pills, you can't function without the Goddamn pills, and your head is a pit full of snakes and rusty barb wire when you're not on them.  When you ARE on them, you live in some kind of ultra-clean glass corridor where nothing really touches you.  What the hell happened to you?"

"Hey, Top, I don't want to seem like a whiner or anything, but we're on fire and crashing.  How is that not important?"

"Because it's not real, Shaky.  This is just you trying to get your attention.  You think I'm really here or something?  Fuck you, Corporal-wannabe-Private, I'm fucking dead.  Now wake the fuck up."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"WAKE THE FUCK UP."

I wake up, safe at home in bed.  Head's thudding like a triphammer.  Goddamn withdrawals.  Take a pill, that'll fix shit up pronto.  20 minutes of this, and it's back to that nice, quiet glass hallway from which I view the world.  No more dead first sergeants hollering at me.  Yeah, that's it.

Just gotta get my fix.

Okay for now,
Dok

[Suu]

 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

SWEET JESUS, Howl! 

[Doktor Howl]

SWEET JESUS, Howl! 

Everything's back to normal, now.  I must learn not to be so forgetful in the future.

[LMNO]

Oh, goddamn it. Is it just me, or is this all starting to ESCALATE, Dok?

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

*shudders*

[Doktor Howl]

Oh, goddamn it. Is it just me, or is this all starting to ESCALATE, Dok?

I would hardly be the one to answer that.  I am too close to the subject at hand, you see.

But it IS summertime.

[Richter]

Subconsciousess are right fucking bastards.

[Doktor Howl]

Subconsciousess are right fucking bastards.

Yeah, that's why you flog them until they SHUT UP.

[EK WAFFLR]

Subconsciousess are right fucking bastards.

Yeah, that's why you flog them until they SHUT UP.

I would like mine to SHUT UP. But how do you flog something that's gotten used to, and is ENJOYING, the punishment (much like the universe itself, not that they're comparable).

[Doktor Howl]

Subconsciousess are right fucking bastards.

Yeah, that's why you flog them until they SHUT UP.

I would like mine to SHUT UP. But how do you flog something that's gotten used to, and is ENJOYING, the punishment (much like the universe itself, not that they're comparable).

Roofie it up.  It's always worked for me.

Jiminy Cricket is a lot less annoying when he's been clobbered by benzos.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Summertime sucks.

[Doktor Howl]

Summertime sucks.

Oh, I don't know.  Summertime is when Tucson is displayed in its full glory.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Summertime sucks.

Oh, I don't know.  Summertime is when Tucson is displayed in its full glory.

Seems like the monsters in peoples' heads display their full glory, too. Probably why mine get all bouncy and joyful, they've got company.

[EK WAFFLR]

Subconsciousess are right fucking bastards.

Yeah, that's why you flog them until they SHUT UP.

I would like mine to SHUT UP. But how do you flog something that's gotten used to, and is ENJOYING, the punishment (much like the universe itself, not that they're comparable).

Roofie it up.  It's always worked for me.

Jiminy Cricket is a lot less annoying when he's been clobbered by benzos.

I've gone the BOOZE route to mend it, but I really don't think that is a viable long-term plan.