06/22/02
Stuck In A Dean Koontz Novel

My 3:30 experiment. Remember that? For an entire week, in my sleep, I lost the hour of 3:30 PM. Which was freakish enough in itself, yet was only made worse because I had to RECORD something at that time every day. I recently plotted an experiment--setting my tape recorder to pick up anything I might be doing at that pivotal time. If the alarms actually went off, if I turned them off, if somebody came in and kidnapped and brainwashed me for a half hour (well, I actually WAS thinking that! o_O; ), whatever. Well...

I had no trouble getting up that day. Probably because I didn't HAVE to get up at 3:30, but at 3:45. And I woke up right on time. I have yet to listen to the tape, if there's anything on it besides alarms going off. I noticed that every succeeding day, I woke up a little earlier, just never on time to record my show. Until that last day, when I had to get up later anyway.

This past week, most of the days I didn't have to record at that time. But on Thursday and Friday I got up at 3:30 without problems. So...I'm hoping it's done with, whatever the hell it was. That scared me. (Maybe hiding one clock behind the blinds helped...?)

Yet that one day I set the tape recorder, I had this freaky dream. In it, it was like I was stuck in some Dean Koontz novel. I was sleeping, in this dimly lit room on a gurney or some such, and whenever I slept this psycho shrink would come along and implant hypnotic suggestions for me to do things as I slept. Suspecting this, I had set my recorder without his knowledge, yet his suggestions were getting to me so I had to warn somebody to find my tape and listen to it to see what was REALLY going on! I was in a half-drowse throughout the dream, and couldn't clearly communicate with anyone; the doctor must have suggested that I remain in a stupor or a trance. It was frightening, because yes, I really did entertain thoughts of something similar to this happening. Remember my paranoia...I thought over every possible reason why I should lose the exact same time every day for a week, and I had no clues.

I still don't. For all I know, some weird doctor DID stop by my room every day and implant suggestions in my head...telling me not to wake up at 3:30. Who knows. It happens in Dean Koontz novels.



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