I have been in 27 days so far, I'm not counting down, I think that would make me a little nuts and anxious. The significance I do raise is this morning when I arose I remembered having a dream. This is the first time since I'm in that I recall dreaming. I don't know what that means, if it means anything at all, but it struck me that something is going on.
My guess is that I'm feeling more comfortable with my surroundings and this has allowed me to "relax" in my sleep. The barracks are certainly not conducive to a good night sleeps, Without even talking about the comfort, I should say, lack of comfort of the bunk, the big thing is the noise, the talking, the screaming, the cooking, the lights, the fans, it's a cacophony of sounds and visuals.
I have never really had issues falling asleep, noise, light, it never bothered me, but add to that mix the inherent "unease" that this place cause and the fact that you have to share space with 400 other men is unsettling to say the least. The good news is I dreamt last night. I even remember part of the dream, it had to do with prison and some people I know, but a dream none the less. To better times.
