Sleep dreams
I wake up with an image, a short video in my head. I’m almost naked trying to make it to a meeting in a building that has suddenly become an unrecognizable maze. I’m having a nightmare. I’m almost naked. I’m a respectable doctor. And I’m lost!
Day Dreams
I sit, gazing at the waning sun far out over the pit. The sun is going down back over my right shoulder. This time of year the sun is almost in line with the San Pedro and it seems to stream down along beyond Mount Ballard and light the sky late in the evening bringing soft hues to the gathering darkness. High cumulus clouds reflect the red of the setting sun that disappeared below the mountains to the northwest of Bisbee hours before.
Night Dreams
I lay in bed. I think about my day. Sometimes it’s uneventful. Sometimes it is eventful. I try to get my day out of my head and concentrate on something completely unrelated to anything. I build the whole new, outrageous, outlandish, scenario in my head I possible can, and then …
I blow my brains out …
NO!… NO!… NO!…
I drift off to sleep.
Forever Bisbee 