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.