It was so dark in my room last night that my brain went haywire. No kidding. Pitch black outside, the power gone. No amount of waiting would allow my eyes to adjust. It was all just... black.
It started with a dream that I had of someone walking into our room in the middle of the night. I startled awake. But, the dream didn't end - I saw this person, moving towards my bags. I heard this person, opening my camera bag's zipper. Could a mental image of a dream be so strong for it to continue even while awake? There was no question about it. He was right there.
Figuring I'd startle the intruder, I got up quickly and put on the best semblance of a military voice that I could muster up. "Looking for something?" I called out and flashed my torch in his general direction, with my heart racing.
I blinked in confusion. There were my bags, unopened. My camera, untouched. And no person there. I looked under the beds, I looked at the door. Nothing.
There had been no intruder. I had imagined it all.
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It might also be a side effect of the malaria prophylaxis I'm taking. I choose to believe that it was a result of being in a room with no visual stimuli that did it though.
ReplyDelete“Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.” - or in this case against sanity... :)
ReplyDeleteJust because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there...
ReplyDeleteAs a doctor-to-be, I imagine it can be a helpful skill to know whether there's a person in front of you or not :)
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