2100 -- turn in early full day tomorrow
2200 -- first of four sweats. didn't record the times. just the tshirts.
0100 -- night terror; not memorable; deep breathing back to sleep
0400 -- bad night terror. that was it for sleeping. remember it.
Walking along a seaside boardwalk, thinking what a beautiful sunny but not hot day. Gentle sea breeze from the Ocean. Partly cloudy but cotton puffs on a majestic blue sky. Then an old "young lady" walks past me. Svelte, sexy, and slightly sweaty. Power walking and attired for it. She stops and looks back at me smiling. "John" she says. "Yes?" I relied questioningly but smiling back. Will this be my lucky day?
"I can't believe you don't remember me!"
"Oh, I am so sorry. I wish I did. But I apologize I really don't. And you're so beautiful, I'm sure I should remember you." I blurted out nervously.
"Oh you're so sweet to say that. You always were sweet. You're probably seeing me as I was in my younger days."
"So, when was this? 50's, 60's, 70's ... ... Later?"
"1963"
"Wow, I don't remember that. Where did we go?"
"Oh, I forget, those days were a whirlwind with my collecting -- Cody, Cos Cob, Cape Cod?"
"None of those ring a bell. I wasn't to Cape Cod until the late 70's. Those were my drinking heavily days. So did I treat you well?"
She took my arm. Strolling. Matching my doddering pace. Well doddering in comparison to her pwer walking. I looked over and she was truly old but beautiful. "Oh, yes, you were always the perfect gentlemen."
Looking back to the sea and thinking of all the my people who had passed. "That will make my Mom pleased. You know she passed many years ago."
"Oh, yes, I know, I collected and escourted her as well.
I was shocked and looked back at her to find the Angel of Death. In the black shroud with the oft-pictured scythe. Oh, I guess it's my time. "Good. i'm anxious to see the score of my life."
"That's an unusual reaction. One I've never had before!"
"OH, yes. It's like taking a exam in school thinking you really nailed it and wanting to see the actual results. I hope I pass this one."
With that the sun broke through the clouds and a beam shown down only on me. Blotting everything else.
I heard a sentorian voice: "I'm pleased with your answer. I have more work for you to do."
With that I awoke. Firmly convinced bever to forget to say my act of contrition before bedtime.
I couldn't go back to sleep. That old lady was so beautiful. Was I really that drunk to have a near miss and not know it?
That was terrorfying.
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