First of all, I had trouble falling asleep. I thought about Julie, Jules, Reynolds, Bruno, and Luke for a few hours. I thought about Ryan because I felt guilty for thinking about Luke. Then I thought about Luke some more. I also thought about that orderly, Jerry Odem, and a plan started to form in my mind, a delightfully nasty, but highly justified plan, so I grabbed a pen and piece of paper to jot down a few notes. My life was getting carried away, and I started to feel out of control. I hate being out of control! I like everything well planned. I like the next day’s clothes laid out the night before. I liked my little lists of things to do and buy. I like my daily routine, my soap operas, and my little rented house. I just want to go back to normal! The second problem was my dream. I dreamt I was falling down a volcano, getting hotter and hotter as I went. I kept rolling over and over, with flames licking at me, hitting my flesh like lashes from a whip. I was just starting to pass out from the fall when I hit the floor of the volcano and was smothered by a tide of molten lava.
