Here I finish the insertion of key
information from Jake's rookie mission.
At least this segment of it.
I dreamed of leaning on the fence, and
then struggling to walk with its help, watching children that I knew to lie in
my charge, as they did farm chores. I
perceived fuzzily. I struggled to think
clearly. Sometimes I wondered what made
it so hard. I often dream of altered
states when on the verge of waking or freshly fallen asleep; perhaps my mind
tries to come up with some explanation for some of my awkward and incomplete
transitions between sleeping and waking, characteristic of narcolepsy.