WINNING with
Galantamine
Barbara pulled into the 24 hour store for her morning coffee just as
she had done every morning for almost 20 years. And as she parked
her car, her cell phone rang. She recognized the 800 number; medical
bill collection. Jesus, I’m going nuts she exclaimed. They hound me
incessantly, those bastards, she murmured as she walked into the
sore.
Angelo, the owner smiled. “ Good morning, Barbara.”
Barbara waved hello and walked to the coffee area. “ Jesus, Angelo “ she said, “ all these coffee pots and cups and god knows what else looks more complicated than the space shuttle .” ordered when the collection call would come again.
“ Mocha Brazilian coffee beans dried harming no animals with
organic light cream . That’s on the far right.” They both
laughed. “ See you tomorrow,” Angelo smiled.
On that morning Barbara drove to her workplace and also drove with
wheels turning into a world she could not have dreamed of. Off the
highway, around the curbed parking lot and into her usual parking
spot. Just another day, Barbara mused. But forces were swirling about
her, menacing and fraught with life altering effects.
Barbara walked to the security door , tapped her card hanging from her lanyard and made her way to her station. Barbara works for the county health services in this residential building dedicated to senior citizens. And works the 7AM to 3:30 PM shift. This morning as she does very morning she locked her valuables in her secure small square frame and headed for the staffing desk and the previous night’s activity logbook.
The 7 AM shift is responsible to serve breakfast, insure that all
clients are up, dressed and brought to the dining area. Her favorite
client is Mrs. Nader. That morning she inspected the log book,
noted a few mentions and then was drawn to a citation of Mrs. Nader’s
nighttime behavior.
It read: Ms. Nader, awoke night- 2:17 AM- calling out a
name??- I not understand- smiling, wiping her forehead- mumbling
words or numbers? Placed blankets to shoulders and nodded til
sleep, maybe 10 minutes.
Ishie
Barbara walked into Ms. Nader’s
room and smiled. Ms Nader was up, dressed and smiled upon seeing
Barbara. “ Good morning dear, “ Barbara exclaimed. “ My don’t
you look lovely.”
Ms Nader is a short, stout woman
with big, heavy white teeth. Her voice had a rhythmical sound, as
though soothing an emotion. “ I had a wonderful dream last night,”
she whispered. “ It was so real and I was in the dream, I mean
really in there, moving things around. I saw something. And I think
it was meant for you.” She exclaimed that the dream was very vivid
and that she actually could manipulate dream actions.
“ You were asleep, but your mind was awake,” Barbara stated.
“Why yes, “ the woman smiled. “
Exactly! How did you know?”
“ I think what you had what is
known as a lucid dream. They are not uncommon, but there’s not a
lot science that you know supports such happenings. But it occurs
when you are asleep ,you’re dreaming and your mind is active and
you believe that you can control things.” Barbara patted her folded
hands.
“ But it happened to me! And I
have something for you that I found in the dream.”
The woman explained that she was in
the kitchen of her parents home , sitting at the small kitchen table
and staring at a white lined writing tablet. “ I found a pencil
and jotted these numbers down.” She held a small piece of white
paper. “ Here this for you.”
Barbara reached out and looked at
the paper. There was a four digit number written. “ Huh? What’s
this honey?”
“ In my dream my mother came into
the kitchen and told me to write down this number and to give it to
someone who is kind and good.”
“ Well what am I going to do with this?”
“ Play that number in the lottery.
I think it is sacred ground,” the woman directed. Barbara assisted
the woman to the dining room and went about her daily duties.
The next morning as Barbara drove to
the 24 store her 2003 Nissan Sentra’s engine light came on. “
I’ve got to get a new car, she thought. I need good transportation
to get to work for God’s sakes. The lottery winnings will pay for
the repairs- what ever they are- but...” She stopped at the 24
store, got her coffee and as she headed for the counter said: “
Angelo, do you know how to place a number in the lottery?”
Angelo popped a surprised smile. “
Huh? Why sure, yunz never play the numbers, what’s up?”
“ I don’t know, a hunch, I
guess. But I can’t figure out all those ovals and dates and stuff
I have to fill out. Can I give you the number to play?”
Angelo walked over to the lottery
machine. “ OK give me the number.”
“ Seven, seven, five, eight.”
He began to punch keys . “ OK
how?”
“ How?” Angelo explained the
process, straight, boxed, mid day, evening. One day, two, three…
“ Oh my God, “ Barbara laughed.
“ So complicated. Well, tonight, 50 cents straight and 50 cents
boxed.”
“ Ok, “ Angelo punched more keys
and handed Barbara a ticket. “ Good luck for you.”
When Barbara arrived at work, Ms.
Nader was already seated in the dining room. “ Good morning Barbs,
“ she waved. Barbara walked over to her. The woman motioned her
close to her face. “ Did you play the number?”
“ Yes, for tonight.”
“ How?”
“Huh?” It seemed the whole world
knew how to play a daily number but herself. She told the woman :
50/50.
“ Good, I’m happy. This state
pays $5,000 to one on a dollar bet for a 4 digit number. When that
number hits you’ll win more than $2,500 dollars. ” Ms Nader had a
wide smile. “ I ‘m having good dreams, Barbara.”
The next morning Barbara pulled into
the 24 store and Angelo came running out to greet her. He was
jumping, arms flailing. “ You won! You won!” he cried. He ran to
the car door, and yanked it open. “ You won!” he screamed.
Barbara sat stunned. “ I won that number? They picked that
number!” she said, stunned. Angelo held out his hand and escorted
her into the shop. “ Yes “ he called, “ $2,900 dollars. Your
number hit straight and you had it boxed!!”
“ Boxed?” But she didn’t have
time to question further. Angelo was dancing around the store. “ No
one I know wins. No one I know, “ he laughed. “ But now there is
you! And I get a commission, too! Where did you get the number?”
Barbara thought for a moment: “ In
a dream. I saw the number in a dream, ”. She thought: well it isn’t
all that far fetched, right?
Barbara completed required paperwork, and Angelo handed her a check for $2,900. “ This is it.” He said. Her excitement was dampened knowing she’d have to send 50% of her winnings to the medical collection agency. But so what!! She was free of those demonic calls. YEA!!
By the time she got to her workplace, she was still spinning with excitement and could not wait to tell Ms Nader of her good fortune. Naturally she would split the winnings with her, she thought. But I can’t tell anyone about this, she warned herself. But can Ms Nader keep this a secret? What if she can’t? Will I be fired? Is this theft? Oh my! Barbara’s mind was racing pell mell .
Barbara signed in, checked the log book. There were no observations
from the previous night warranting further discussions from the
outgoing staff. This will be a pleasant day, she thought though
anxious of greeting Ms. Nader. What will I say? Jesus! She thought.
As she rounded the bright corridor, she headed for Ms. Nader’s
room. And as is the usual course, Ms Nader was sitting in her
favorite chair, dressed and smiling. Her eyes blossomed upon seeing
Barbara.
“ Good morning Ms Nader, my girlfriend, how are you?”
Ms Nader was all smiles. “ Oh my darling, you are a candle in the darkness.” Barbara waited for the obvious question. It never came. Not a scintilla of hint towards the dream , the number and the lottery. But here was Barbara sitting next to Ms Nader with a check for almost $3,000 in her purse.
“ How was your sleep last night?” Barbara asked almost worryingly. It was like forcing a shaken bottle of carbonated soda open, she knew what the response would be.
“ Oh I slept so well, “ she smiled. “ But honey I am hungry!”
Four days passed, then two weeks and then a month. One morning as Barbara drove to the 24 store her 2003 Nissan Sentra’s engine light came on. “ I’ve got to get a new car, she thought. I need good transportation to get to work for God’s sakes. “
Ms Nader had no further remember-able dreams. Barbara thought:
no dreams, no numbers, no winning. Oh well she thought, I got lucky
just that once and I should be happy at that. And she was- for a
while.
But the Sentra’s “check engine light” kept on glowing.
But Barbara was aware of lucid dreams. She knew that there was many
over-the-counter supplements that may aide the fluidity and accuracy
of lucid dreams. She was aware of the supplements’ advertisements
with their distinctive bold square box on the literature stating that
the material had not been approved by the FDA. She knew all that.
But what if she could induce a lucid dream in Ms Nader with a
harmless OTC supplement? It wouldn’t harm her. After all the FDA
wouldn’t allow the sales of these things if they caused harm,
right? So over the next few weeks she read all she could uncover
about lucid dreams , what supplements may assist; their side
effects, if any and especially any possible reaction to Ms Nader’s
medications.
Her conclusion: a dose of Galantamine ( an extract from the
red and golden spider lily,) just may bring on the lucid dream and
hopefully another lottery number. If that didn’t work there was a
supplement called Oneirogen .
A trip to the local GNC, a review of the merchandise, the purchase
a bottle of gel capsules and she headed home . She was fraught with
nervousness, but as she read the enclosed supplement’s brochure,
she reassured herself Ms Nader would not be in harm’s way.
“ Unless she has a nightmare, “
Barbara worried. That night Barbara plotted how to give the capsule
clandestinely. She certainly had ample opportunity. There was always
minimal staffing and the cameras only worked intermittently, if at
all. Breakfast would be the best opportunity.
She spread a piece of white
photocopy paper on the table and practiced opening and emptying the
contents using only her right hand. Capsule out of the pocket, thumb
and forefinger gripping the capsule and inching the components open.
Yes, that’s it, she thought. She opened, spilled the contents ( a
creamy colored powder) of 6 capsules and felt very confident of the
operation’s success the following morning.
Barbara walked into the 24 store
the next morning . “ Angelo, let me buy you a coffee!”
He smiled. “ OK, but only if you give me the number for tonight.” She smiled, but her lips curled. She is a plotter now and little time for delicacies.
“ No number for today, maybe
tomorrow.” She mumbled: Little does Angelo know of my scheme. He
better pray that I’m successful, it could cost him money. She
reached into her pocket and gave Angelo one $100 bill. “ This is
for you.”
As she entered the building she
stopped in front of a hallway mirror and gazed at herself. Is this
the face of a criminal? Why am I doing this? Do I need money so bad
as to what… subvert my professional standards? But then the
face in the mirror grew dark, the creases around her eyes pronounced.
Yes, she told herself you must do this! This is the fate you’ve
been searching for. Go and take your rightful station.
Barbara opened her locker and before placing her pocketbook inside, pulled out a small white envelope which contained a capsule of 8 mg ER Galantamine and slipped it into her pocket.
“ Good morning Ms. Nader, how
is my girl?” Ms Nader smiled . “ Are we happy today, you look
wonderful. Lets get you to breakfast.” And Barbara gripped the
handles and turned the wheel chair towards the dining room. She
angled the chair into a slot at a round table and began to read the
menu to Ms. Nader.
“ Oh the fresh fruit with
apple sauce and a muffin sounds wonderful. What do you think?”
Barbara asked. Ms Nader nodded with a smile.
The staff brought Ms Nader’s
breakfast to the table. And as the staff person brought the plate to
the table, Barbara reached out and placed the plate before her. “
Gee I thought we ordered a muffin.” she said and stood up from the
table and began to walk towards the kitchen.
“ Barbara, “ Ms Nader called,
“ The muffin is on the plate!”
But Barbara kept on walking
towards the kitchen and with her right hand pulled out the capsule
and as she had practiced , poured the contents onto the applesauce.
She stopped, turned and headed back towards the table. “ I must be
losing my eye sight!” she smiled, positioning the plate in front
of Ms Nader. Barbara stirred the applesauce. “ Here you go
darling.”
Barbara had an erratic sleep. It
was only natural she assured herself, having committed a breach of…
protocol?… ethics?… The next morning she was out of her
apartment, started the car and that damn “service engine light
soon” was bright and demanding. A stop for coffee and she entered
her building. She completed the usual shift start duties, and
especially wanted to read the night log. She flipped to the previous
evening’s activity and gasped!
She read the following: Ms. Nader, awake night- 2:17 AM- call out name not understand mumbling sleep in a few minutes.
Ishie
Barbara walked to Ms Nader’s
room . She didn’t know what to expect- if anything. Ms Nader was
all smiles. “ You look wonderful this morning,” Barbara smiled.
“ I feel wonderful, honey. Just wonderful.”
“ Did you have a good sleep?”
“ I had one of those number
dreams. It was so real.” Ms Nader held a small piece of paper. “
Here.”
Barbara’s heart was pounding.
What had she done? What fantastic pot of gold had she discovered?
But she was stroked with fear, fraught with guilt. She reached out
and slipped the paper into her fingers and read a series of numbers:
24,11, 09, 22, 52. With a forced shrug and crippled smile she asked:
“ Oh honey what are these?”
Ms Nader nodded and seemed to
ramble words before she said: “ Lucky numbers , honey. I think
this is your lucky day. ”
With her shift ended Barbara
raced to Angelo’s 24 store with the numbers and parked near the
front door. And as she turned off the engine , unbuckled her seat
belt she hesitated. And wondered. What’s going on? There’s this
heavy stream of consciousness carrying me forward. She exited the car
and greeted Angelo. He was all smiles.
“ You have another number, a
winner Barbara ?” He mused. “ Oh my Barbara has good dreams.
You’ll make us all rich!”
“ Yes, I hope “ She handed
the paper to him. “ What should I do with these numbers?” Angelo
stared at the five numbers . “ You dreamed these numbers? You
dreamed a Cash Five play.” He explained the game , the odds and
most importantly the payoff. Barbara reached into her pocket book and
yanked out a ten dollar bill.
“ Here please buy this number ,
straight and boxed ”she said. Angelo once again explained the
game. He told her the only option was to buy 10 $1 tickets. “ Ok
Angelo, you know what to do.” Barbara left the store, tickets in
hand and her face was smoky red from the “check engine light” on
her dashboard.
The next morning Barbara pulled
into the 24 store. Angelo came running out. Jumping, dancing,
clapping and almost hysterical! His face was ignited! Angelo came up
to her door and began to pound the roof, the window and his head.
His voice was muffled, sort of suffocating as Barbara shut off the
engine and opened the door. BANG!! Angelo’s lips parted and his
voice quivered tinged with ecstatic news.
“ YOU WON!!! YOU WON. Now I
know a winner- two times, “ he screamed. His fingers twitched,
opened the door and pulled Barbara out of the car. “ Oh my God, “
he called, “ I have a miracle right in my home!” He gave her a
huge hug and they made their way into the store. “ My wonderful
dreamer!” He called out to the world.
Angelo hand carried Barbara to
the lottery machine area. He rubbed his eyes, curled up his
forehead. He slapped the lottery machine, and giggled. “ Barbara,
your numbers won the drawing – you won $8,000 per ticket. That’s
$80,000 !!! I’m screaming.” And he was.
Barbara stood there in silence. Stunned, happy, jolting with emotion knowing that every person who plays the lottery dreams of winning. But was her pot of gold tainted? She creamed: “ YEA!!!!!!”
Her heart raced. There in her
hand was the wining number- 10 times over.
A crowd had gathered around the
coffee area and the check-out counter. Voices snapped, eyes glanced
and Angelo quickly processed their purchases and shuffled the
gathered out of the store. Barbara was standing at the lottery
station , quiet and pensive.
“ What’s going on?” she
asked.
“You are winning! This is your time, dear girl, “ He said in a clear and confident tone. “ Do not question. Do not be afraid; your fate cannot be taken from you; it is a gift.”
“Joel Osteen?” she asked.
“ No Dante.” And then he whispered: “ If you don’t mind, can
I play the same dream number if you get one?”
“ Yes, my friend.” she said knowing well that another number was
just around the Galantamine corner.
Barbara would pace herself and Ms Nader. There are of course side
effects from Galantamine . And besides, winning on a continuous basis
would certainly the draw the attention of lottery officials. So
Barbara would wait for some days and then apply the drug and await
the dream. By this time Barbara had bought a new Ford Taurus, some
clothes and put the balance into her savings account. She also set
aside some money for taxes A couple more fruitful dreams, Barbara
thought and I’ll buy a house.
A couple of months passed and Barbara thought the time had come to
create the number dream. But one morning as she read the daily log,
she took a breath. Ms Nader was relocating this day to a new home
closer to family in another state. Oh well she shrugged, everything
is OK. I am not a greedy person.
But that night as she sipped a glass of wine she stopped and said: “
Why don’t I take the drug, maybe it will work on me!” She placed
a pad and pen on the bed stand- just in case. The next morning she
awoke and glanced at the pad. Her eyes opened wide, her heart began
to pound. There on the pad was a series of numbers. She bolted
upright and gripped the pen, her hand shaking. “ Oh my God, “ she
stuttered. “ What have I done? What is happening to me? Am I out
of control?”
The next morning she raced for the lottery machine station. Angelo
was speaking with a customer when he noticed her. His eyes fumed, his
chest heaved. And he hurried to Barbara and glanced at the piece of
paper. In a low, pensive almost whispered tone, he said: “ Another
dream, Barbara“ They both looked at each other and said nothing.
“ I’m nervous, Angelo. I’m nervous because I may win and I’m
nervous that I may not win. “ She shook her head. “ I should be
so lucky to have this problem. But my friend,” she said in a
matter of fact manner:” how should we play this.” And handed the
paper to Angelo.
“ A four digit number. Jesus! We should play it the same way we
did back then. Barbara I’m shaking. ” Angelo stood at the
lottery machine ready to punch her tickets ( and his own.) He looked
at Barbara. “ What do you think? Cause as I asked ...” his voice
trailed away and then in a whisper: “ I’m playing this too.”
“ 10 $1 tickets 50cents box and 50 cents straight. Go.” That
night Barbara sat in her kitchen and promised that this number would
be the last . She was fraught with uncertainty and contemplated
watching the live drawing. But the drawing occurred @ 11:00PM and
she was too tired .
The next morning she knew she had won. She just knew it. And sure
enough as she pulled into the 24 store lot, Angelo came racing and
banging out the door. His wide, wide ecstatic grin said it all. “
I can’t do this anymore, “ she mumbled as Angelo opened the car
door and gave her a big hug.
When she entered there was a group of people mulling around the
lottery machine and all turned to gaze at the winner. Barbara heard
whispers as Angelo escorted her to the counter. ; “ that’s the
lady!”; “ she’s won like 10 times!” She demurred and looked
away.
“ Can I talk to you Angelo, alone.” He brought her around the
counter and into a supply room.
“Angelo, I have to tell you how I am having these dreams. I just
have to tell someone. Can I?” She began to shiver and tears popped
onto her cheeks. She told him about the Galantamine and pronounced it
: gal-anta-meen; and how it may induce lucid dreams ; And that she
had taken some capsules that resulted in dreams and the winning
numbers.
“ But I am not doing this again. I-we- have had a good run and it
is over.” Barbara said confidently. “ I can’t live like this.”
Angelo gave her a hug. “ You are my special dreamer, I love you and
that’s it!” They reemerged into the store , conducted lottery
business and as Barbara was heading toward the door, Angelo said: “
How do you spell that? That galantameen stuff.” Angelo held out a
pen and paper. Barbara wrote “Galantameen.”
“ It’s gal-anta-meen, Angelo. You can get it at any CVS.”
Weeks passed then months, and every morning Barbara stopped by the 24 store, hugged Angelo and they parted knowing that she held a special power that could make people rich.
“Especially me,” thought Angelo.
Funny how small inconsequential
happenings can change one’s determination. Barbara now had new
neighbors in her apartment building. One had a barking dog and
another smoked cigarettes and played loud music. One night as she sat
sipping a wine she thought “ I should dream again, win and buy a
house. Get out of this dump. And why not?”
The next morning she smiled at
Angelo and motioned him to come closer. “ I’m gonna try and dream
tonight. I thought you should know.” She held his hand. “ We
have to prepare for this.”
But Angelo was prepared. He knew
the day would come that Barbara would want to have the dream. He, too
had taken galantamine on numerous occasions, but to no avail.
Nothing. And he also knew of the potential side effects. And he
knew that it was Barbara who held the secret.
And Angelo was prepared. For as
he poured Barbara a cup of coffee he emptied 4 capsules of the powder
into her coffee. “ Jesus, give us those number dreams.”
That night Barbara emptied the
contents of a single capsule into her wine glass, sipped, placed a
pen and pad next to her bed, brushed her teeth and fell fast asleep.
A week passed and no Barbara.
Angelo began to ask about her to his customers. And then one morning,
he was told that Barbara had died in her sleep. She had suffered a
seizure. Angelo’s face turned ashen white. Oh my god, he breathed
. But he was hooked. A lucid dream had become Angelo’s rainbow
gold.
Suddenly 2 police officers
entered the store.
“ Are you Angelo?” one asked. Angelo nodded. “ Do know a Barbara Pinto?”
Angelo nodded. “ Yes she comes
in here every day and she has been winning the lottery.”
“ OK, you’re the one. We’ve
been trying to find an Angelo . We found this note next to her bed.”
The officer handed Angelo a copy of a handwritten note. It read:
ANGELO LUCID DREAMS SHOULD BE A GIFT, NOT A CURSE.
“ Do know what this means?”
the other officer asked.
Angelo shrugged. “ No, but did
she write down anything else. Numbers?”
“What?”
The officers left the store and
as Angelo was filling the coffee cup dispensers, a regular customer,
small and elderly, walked over to Angelo. “ Angelo, we hear that
the lady lottery winner saw numbers in her dreams. I have vivid
dreams, you know but I never seen numbers. Always wished I did.”
Angelo asked if she’d like a
cup of coffee- on the house.