Quantum Leap

I have something weird going on with my brain. Not sure what the cause but I haven’t been sleeping well and when I do fall asleep I go right into a lucid dream, and then wake up again.  Last night was one of the most confusing dream/awake states of my life.

Aqila went to bed and I just couldn’t sleep. So as I normally do I plugged a set of studio headphones into the TV so Aqila could be saved from the sounds of the horrendous programs I choose to entertain myself with in the wee hours of the morning. Usually consisting of bad reality shows and other brainless genres that would allow my brain to drift away from focus.

I don’t remember falling asleep but I will now describe the series of events in first person narrative exactly as I experienced them.

I am sitting on my couch watching The Office, all of a sudden I hear a voice crackle over the headphones as if I am receiving a signal I am not suppose to hear. In a staticky walkie talkie sound I hear…

“Transport to base over”:

“This is base go ahead”

“We need a location, we got nothing over here and he wakes up in 1 minute”.

“Transport, he isn’t showing up at all.”

“Well what are we supposed to do, he wakes in 30 seconds and we don’t know where to put him.”

“Transport stand by, working…”

Computer voice cuts in: 10, 9, 8,……3, 2, 1…

All of a sudden I wake up in my bedroom at home in Swampscott, not my current bedroom, but my bedroom when I was a kid, bunk beds, blue wall paper, pictures of animals all over the wall.  I can’t comprehend how I got here. I was adult me, I knew this because when I reached my hand up I was wearing my current watch on my hand. Even stranger was it read the correct time, 3:54am.

“Base, this is transport, this is all wrong, he is in the wrong place, we need to move him again, he knows its not right, we need to jump ASAP before he unravels… put him back down so we can jump him”

“Transport, we still have no destination coordinates…”

“Just put him back down…”

I lay back down looking at the bottom of my top bunk when I hear

“10…..3, 2, 1…”

I wake up on the bottom bunk, but this time I am in my dorm room at Appalachian State, I am confused, I am trying to get my bearings, why am I here? I reach my hand out and see my watch “3:55 am, wait, why am in this bed now?”

I close my eyes for a minute and suddenly I open them and I am in my bed in my dorm room at the University of Maryland, I immediately know something is wrong. “Why am I waking up here? How did I get here? Didn’t I fall asleep on my couch? Wait, was I back home? No, I was at Appalachian State? I could have sworn I was on my couch.”

I get up and walk out to the common area of my dorm and lay down on  the old dorm room style couch. I look at my watch 3:57am. “What the hell is going on?”

“Base, we need to find a fucking location ASAP he is unraveling, if we don’t jump him we could lose him.”

“Transport, I got nothing, how did you lose his location? always keep track of current coordinates….that’s Transport 101”

I can finally comprehend that these voices are talking about me….

“Who is this? Who is talking to me, where are you….”

All of a sudden I hear a lot of static, like an old dialup modem and I begin to hear the voices screaming back and forth, the sound is increasing in volume and the world around me blurs like I am traveling at light speed and suddenly in a split second I come to stop and I am in another bedroom I have lived in…..

Blurry world, freeze for a moment in my Arlington bedroom…..

Blurry world, freeze for a moment in my Brooklyn bedroom….

I begin to scream in agony as my brain feels like it is being stretched like a rubberband to its breaking point….

Blurry world…screaming….Norwood bedroom…

Blurry world….screaming….Girard bedroom…..

Blurry world…screaming…..crescendo of static, screams, I feel my rubberband brain about to snap when all of a sudden…..

“Knock Knock”
“Who’s there?”
“KGB…”
“KGB…..” *SLAP*
“We will ask the questions!”

I am watching an episode of the office with my headphones on. “What the hell? Was I just dreaming all that? My brain feels so weak and foggy….”

I could barely form thoughts, I felt like I was trying to see the words I wanted to say through a thick fog.  “What time is it? 3:58am? What time did I fall asleep?

*crackle*

“Base, this is transport, location secured…..”

I ripped my headphones off my head and stared at the TV as I watched the soundless characters of The Office play out the dialogue I looked down at my headphones and went for a pad and pen I had on my coffee table……

 

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