Sleep Rant
I'm obsessed with Sleep and Dreaming. Okay, obsessed may be a bit much, but it is a topic I'm greatly interested in. If you hang out with me long enough, I tend to drag just about everybody into a conversation about sleep sooner or later. I'm just really curious about other people's patterns of sleep and dream. I've discovered that, for the most part, everybody (except for true insomniacs) gets at least 20 hours of sleep a week. Some of us get a LOT more, and some get a little less, but 20 seems to be about average. I've met people who only slept two or three hours a night all week, but then would be comatose for 13 hours on Sunday. I've met other people who never really slept, but subsisted on an extensive regimine of catnapping. In college, members of the "Party Crowd" (which was just about everyone but me...) would wake up around 11am or noon, go to classes till 5pm, sleep till 8 or 9pm, then party till 3am. The very thought of a sleep schedule that... obtuse would drive me nuts, personally.
I try to get about 8 hours of sleep a night. The problem is, I don't sleep well. It takes me at least 15 minutes to fall asleep every night no matter how tired I am. On a bad night, I can roll around for 3 or 4 hours without falling to sleep. I wake up at random intervals for no good reason, and sometimes it takes forever to fall back to sleep. And, no matter how late I stayed up the night before, it is physically impossible for me to sleep past 10 am (and even that's a stretch. For example, last night I was up till 1am and woke up at 9:30am, which I really didn't wanna do).
And then there's the dreams. Most of my dreams either don't make sense and are just meandering nothings, or they're anxiety dreams, typically involving my old classmates from school (I wasn't very popular, and although I've gotten over it, my subconscious still bears a grudge). I have trouble remembering my dreams, but occassionally I'll remember flashes of my dreams, which typically manifest themselves in moments of dejavu (NOTE: I am in no way claiming to be a psychic or anything, but I have legimately re-experienced moments that I know occured in my dreams. Now you see why the subject fascinates me). Ironically, despite my obsession with horror films, I've only had one real nightmare that's stuck with me. I experience physical stimuli when I dream. For example, when I was a kid, I fell off a cliff during a dream, landed with a thump that I felt, and then rolled, both in the dream and in real life. I ended up falling out of bed, which was really bad, cause I was sleeping in a bunk bed at the time (For those of you who know me, this is the infamous Castle Greyskull Incident).
The reason why I'm Ranting about Sleep today, is because my sleep habits have suddenly gotten weirder than they were, and I'm a little concerned. There are already documented cases of me talking in my sleep, and like I said, I can experience dream stimuli to a certain extent. Well, recently, I've developed a strange case of semi-somnabulism. It works like this, in my dream, I will be in my bed, in my room, sleeping, but something will have happened to my room. In the first experience, I became convinced that my room was booby trapped with mono-filiment wire. If I touched any of the thousands of wires crisscrossing my room, a vicious razorsharp device would rend me limb from limb. In the second experience, I became convinced that I had won of those renovation shows on TV, but the renovators had somehow come in the middle of the night and added...things to my room. In both cases the end result is the same, I get up, half asleep, stumbled across the room, hit the light switch, abruptly wake up, and stand around dazed and confused for about 2 minutes until reality reasserts itself. Frankly, I'm starting to become a little concerned.
Please, let this publish.
I try to get about 8 hours of sleep a night. The problem is, I don't sleep well. It takes me at least 15 minutes to fall asleep every night no matter how tired I am. On a bad night, I can roll around for 3 or 4 hours without falling to sleep. I wake up at random intervals for no good reason, and sometimes it takes forever to fall back to sleep. And, no matter how late I stayed up the night before, it is physically impossible for me to sleep past 10 am (and even that's a stretch. For example, last night I was up till 1am and woke up at 9:30am, which I really didn't wanna do).
And then there's the dreams. Most of my dreams either don't make sense and are just meandering nothings, or they're anxiety dreams, typically involving my old classmates from school (I wasn't very popular, and although I've gotten over it, my subconscious still bears a grudge). I have trouble remembering my dreams, but occassionally I'll remember flashes of my dreams, which typically manifest themselves in moments of dejavu (NOTE: I am in no way claiming to be a psychic or anything, but I have legimately re-experienced moments that I know occured in my dreams. Now you see why the subject fascinates me). Ironically, despite my obsession with horror films, I've only had one real nightmare that's stuck with me. I experience physical stimuli when I dream. For example, when I was a kid, I fell off a cliff during a dream, landed with a thump that I felt, and then rolled, both in the dream and in real life. I ended up falling out of bed, which was really bad, cause I was sleeping in a bunk bed at the time (For those of you who know me, this is the infamous Castle Greyskull Incident).
The reason why I'm Ranting about Sleep today, is because my sleep habits have suddenly gotten weirder than they were, and I'm a little concerned. There are already documented cases of me talking in my sleep, and like I said, I can experience dream stimuli to a certain extent. Well, recently, I've developed a strange case of semi-somnabulism. It works like this, in my dream, I will be in my bed, in my room, sleeping, but something will have happened to my room. In the first experience, I became convinced that my room was booby trapped with mono-filiment wire. If I touched any of the thousands of wires crisscrossing my room, a vicious razorsharp device would rend me limb from limb. In the second experience, I became convinced that I had won of those renovation shows on TV, but the renovators had somehow come in the middle of the night and added...things to my room. In both cases the end result is the same, I get up, half asleep, stumbled across the room, hit the light switch, abruptly wake up, and stand around dazed and confused for about 2 minutes until reality reasserts itself. Frankly, I'm starting to become a little concerned.
Please, let this publish.
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