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your reoccurring dream of the night might include these soldier aliens. If that’s the case, I’m wondering now, which version you tend to believe to be true. Simply put, I would think that either what Steven says is true, or it isn’t. Either aliens are taking over the world or they’re not. And depending on the answer to that, Steven can either be trusted or he can’t. I think it’s your decision to make.”
                  Richard’s deeply set eyes revealed a man at his breaking point. He hadn’t slept a solid night in almost a year, yet somehow he felt as if he was becoming used to it. As if his body had somehow changed to accept the lack of sleep.
                  “Is it possible, Doc, for a body to get so used to being awake that it just stays awake?” Richard asked, dodging the question with a different question. “Do you suppose that I could just not need to really sleep anymore so I just kinda get used to living in a sleepless…” he stopped short as a fly brushed by his nose making him swat desperately at it.
                  “No, I suppose not Richard.” Hays looked around quickly, wondering what had drawn Richard’s attention. “The human body needs sleep, much like it needs water, and food, and oxygen. Sleep is something that it can do without for seemingly great periods of time, yet at some point the body will find a way to rest. Sometimes this results in the sudden crashes that you seem to have experienced.” Doctor Hays, having found Richard’s focal point, was staring at the fly also. “You see you wake up in a strange place and wonder how, by chance you got there. When really all you have done is fall asleep on the bus or at work, most of the time it happens for very brief moments, say three minutes or so, but the body has found a way to rest itself. The trouble is that when the body falls asleep in such a fashion, it plays havoc on the mind. You begin losing track of time, not knowing where it was you’ve been or where it was that you were going… That sort of thing.”
                  “It just feels strange Doc. I mean, I don’t wake up in strange places as much anymore and when I fall asleep in my bed, then more and more often that’s where I wake up, but it still doesn’t feel like sleep. I can’t remember things well, that’s the only thing that seems to be getting worse. I’ll wake up in bed and know in my mind that’s where I fell asleep, but I’ll be fully clothed and not remember getting dressed. Sometimes I have cuts and bruises that I can’t remember how I got.”
                  “And how bad on a scale from one to ten is it effecting your life right now? Is it possible that it is simply forgetfulness caused by stress?” The Doctor asked.
    Richard slumped in his chair.
                  “Well I can tell you that now that we are talking about it, I remember everything that we’ve talked about today, but for the last ten minutes or so, I’ve also been trying to remember how I got here.”
                  “You mean you’re trying to remember how you got to my office?”
                  “Not just that, I can’t remember getting dressed this morning, I can’t remember if I walked here or if I rode the bus. I can’t remember entering your office. I remember yesterday, at least I think it was yesterday, and I remember now.”
                  “Let me ask you Richard, do you remember ever having one of these dreams about aliens in your younger life?”
                  “No, I know you don’t understand, its hard to understand.”
                  “You’re right, I don’t understand yet Richard. But there is a difference between refusing to understand and wanting to understand. I want to understand you and I want to understand what is going on here. I want to help. Together Richard, I think we can both