Well having made the decision to start poking around archaeologically fate took a hand and I had to have one more surgery and a funny thing happened, after a few days it was like a reset button had been pressed in my brain. And my memory had returned the lucid dreams have given way to real sleep, and my creativity has returned which makes leaning more about this new archaeological landscape so much easier. So I have to wonder just what happened to me and the less logical side of me wants to take this as a sign that I may be on the right path. So thats about it for now, the nuts and bolts of the archeology around here are so different the rise and fall of mound and pyramid builders, trade perhaps with meso-America and so much more.