Fieldset
Weird Dreams, Insomnia and Larium

Dream #1: I am running in the compound in the rain. I trip and fall. The knees of my khaki pants are covered in mud, so are the shoes I am wearing, a pair of fancy black sandals from home. My husband appears out of nowhere and helps me up out of the mud.

Dream #1: I am running in the compound in the rain. I trip and fall. The knees of my khaki pants are covered in mud, so are the shoes I am wearing, a pair of fancy black sandals from home. My husband appears out of nowhere and helps me up out of the mud. My younger brothers, Peter and Robert, are there too, but they look the way they looked when they were 10 years old, just thinner. They are dressed like many of the children in Lankien, in old tattered rags.

Dream #2: I am working in another project in southern Sudan, but it is a cold sterile place that feels frightening. Someone is tied to a chair and is being interrogated under bright lights by the log admin. It is like a gulag and the log admin is talking with a thick Russian accent (I am sorry logistics, that was the dream.)

Dream #3: There is a palette of bright colors in front of my eyes. Gradually all the colors run together in a psychedelic patchwork, the way I would imagine an LSD trip, if I had ever taken one.

Dream #4: It is the middle of the night and the guard is standing inside my tukul, yes inside, not outside where he is supposed to be. "IPD, IPD". I shoo him out of my tukul and slowly prepare to get up and go to work. Oops, this is not a dream, this is real, and I really do have to go to work. Rats.

There is no doubt that my sleep-wake cycle is totally screwed up. I cannot sleep now even when I get the chance. I am not sure if it is the heat, chronic sleep disruption from being woken up so often or my Larium, the drug I take every week for malaria prophylaxis. All I know is that I need to fix it soon.