Loading ...R the P can breathe now. Three cheers for that, even if I did get pissy with him earlier (”how DARE that breathing bastard come here and flaunt his free-breathing ways in front of the breathless! That… that… air-abusing monster!”
But he should know by now that its all about me. Me me me me me! And of course, I should know by now that its all about him. Him him him him him. Add Mojo into that mix and you’ve got some kind of trinary black-hole of self-centredness.
But I’m trying to look on the bright side of the breath-free life. Let us count the ways.
1. I’m remembering dreams better. That’s because I’m being awakened in the middle of my REM cycles by the jackhammer vibrations in my head. But that’s okay, because I remember my dreams. Unfortunately, they aren’t nearly as interesting as I imagined they’d be.
2. Cleto sez: “You’re up anyway, so toss me that green fuzzy cat-toy.” No sleep means more time for kitties.
3. Midnight snacks. ’nuff sed.
4. While its true that its been getting more difficult to write and draw, it has set me on a course to find ways of rectifying that situation. I’ve been meditating a lot more, to try and get my mind more focused. I also seem to ritual a bit better under more stressful circumstances.
5. I’m considering alternatives to traditional sleep. I haven’t tried polyphasic sleep yet - I might give it a go. It could be beneficial in this particular situation.
6. If this goes on long enough - free hallucinations.
But I’m hoping its just temporary. I’m beginning to think my sleep problems are closely aligned to the predominance of certain pollens in the environment. Allergies are likely the culprit. I’ve been taking allergy meds, and they help my daytime symptoms, but my breathing at night is still irregular. And disruptive.
But you know me, I’m a “glass half full” kind of person. Well okay, not really. I’m more a “hey… why’s my glass only half full? You’ve got more than me. Gimme that glass! What is this shit anyway? Water? I don’t want no fuckin’ water! I thought this was tequila. Take it… no take it! and take mine too. Gah… water” kind of person.
Buy me a beer!
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it still (yeah, steff, like since when, yesterday?) weirds me out that you don’t have easy dream recall.
but then you said “polyphasic sleep” and my mind went all starry-eyed and i have no idea what the rest of the post was on about and lost most of the first of it, too. heh.
Well like I said (when? like… yesterday?) I tend to remember the dreams that are important. Not sure how my unconscious mind determines which are important, but the ones with the recurring themes, the meaningful symbols, the crazy prophecies. The rest gets flushed down the memory-hole. Which is good because if I spend all night packing with some family I don’t know, I’d rather not remember it.
Oh… polyphasic sleep. Dontcha just wanna? Maybe now would be a good time for me to try it.
i so rarely seem to have mundane dreams, i guess. they all want their 15 minutes.
i’ve used polyphasic sleep accidentally when i was working from home and moving house without the benefit of the ex and… other stuff. it just happened to be a point in my life where i was nightmarishly busy, but also had the freedom to work in whatever chunks of time i could grab, and i wound up kind of organically sleeping in 90ish minute chunks more or less around the clock for about 3 weeks. i felt AWESOME. best i’ve felt ever, sleep-wise. i’d love to be able to do it again. i fell into it naturally and there was zero adjustment time.
of course, the other reason it makes me drool is because i think it’d be fascinating to find out what’s going on with your brain and hormones and moods and such when ya do that. sleep habits are endlessly intriguing.
…to me.