You know what I was doing when 9/11 happened? I was in Hong Kong, watching the Hong Kong version of the Weakest Link. When it went to breaking news. Then I had nightmares every night for about three years straight. Literally. (I didn't make the connection, by the way, until it was pointed out to me years later.) I wished I could stop going to sleep so I could stop dreaming so I could stop having nightmares so I could stop being terrified. I forgot what it was to go to sleep and not be terrified. I also became oddly fearful of the strange act of sleeping itself: How do I know to keep breathing when I'm unconscious?
Of course, I'm much better now, thanks. I love sleeping way too much, and I rarely dream that I have to stab someone to death or that I'm hiding from a killer in a really really bad hiding place.
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