sleep is actually pretty great
May. 7th, 2018 07:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishThe last few weeks I've been more likely than not to wake up around four AM, rest for a bit, and go back to sleep. This is gonna be a problem when I want to start getting up for yoga again but in the meantime it's pretty restful. (See , e.g., Your Ancestors Didn't Sleep Like You.) It's been nice to feel like I'm getting enough sleep, and good enough sleep: makes me much less irritable and much less convinced that Everything Is Terrible.
One interesting side effect is that I tend to dream during the second sleep, and sometimes remember my dreams. I used to dream vividly, and lucid-dream about half the time. I stopped in 2002 when everything actually was terrible, because my dreams were likewise terrible and lucid-dreaming wasn't helping matters.
I was in a classroom environment. We'd been divided, or divided ourselves, into groups, and told that each group had to put on a short performance. Only it was more like one person talking for five minutes, with the rest of the group doing something relevant in the background. There were strict penalties for going over the five minutes. Somehow I was the person in my group who was doing the talking, and I decided to do a promotional session as though I were advertising or demonstrating what early-grade-school was like on Camazotz: everyone playing at specified times, then all going to their desks to read, or what have you. I didn't actually plan out what I was going to say, other than specific phrases to trigger the various actions; I figured I could just wing it and I'd be fine. I remember yelling at coworker Ian to pay attention while I was explaining what to do, and instructing both a high-school acquaintance and a Vancouver acquaintance about specific steps.
I slowly woke up just as I was putting the final touches on it (asking a teacher for red glasses so I could be like the guy from CENTRAL Central Intelligence, and not getting them), so my conscious mind was planning the last bits. Didn't get to actually give the presentation.
One interesting side effect is that I tend to dream during the second sleep, and sometimes remember my dreams. I used to dream vividly, and lucid-dream about half the time. I stopped in 2002 when everything actually was terrible, because my dreams were likewise terrible and lucid-dreaming wasn't helping matters.
I was in a classroom environment. We'd been divided, or divided ourselves, into groups, and told that each group had to put on a short performance. Only it was more like one person talking for five minutes, with the rest of the group doing something relevant in the background. There were strict penalties for going over the five minutes. Somehow I was the person in my group who was doing the talking, and I decided to do a promotional session as though I were advertising or demonstrating what early-grade-school was like on Camazotz: everyone playing at specified times, then all going to their desks to read, or what have you. I didn't actually plan out what I was going to say, other than specific phrases to trigger the various actions; I figured I could just wing it and I'd be fine. I remember yelling at coworker Ian to pay attention while I was explaining what to do, and instructing both a high-school acquaintance and a Vancouver acquaintance about specific steps.
I slowly woke up just as I was putting the final touches on it (asking a teacher for red glasses so I could be like the guy from CENTRAL Central Intelligence, and not getting them), so my conscious mind was planning the last bits. Didn't get to actually give the presentation.