“You have more nightmares per square inch than anyone I know.”
Actual quote said to me by a friend.
I tried to take a relaxing nap. Instead I had dreams containing all of the following:
A classroom held hostage by two guys whose main target for some reason is me but I’m alloweds to go outside because…
…outside there were all these people and machines that would chase me and try to kill me. Even if I flew into the sky they came after me.
And then I was in a small room with a cat who’d had kittens. Was just starting to enjoy that dream when these huge critters came in. Like the size of a possum, but almost spherical in shape, with grey fur. And teeth several inches long. Which of course one sunk into my hand. Which hurt like hell.
So now I’m awake and slightly afraid to sleep again. Joy.
You are not a hamster. Let me sleep.
Weird weird half-asleep thoughts and general WTFery.
Where Heidi — from the children’s book —,wants to see her grandfather. She has to climb into her ear, and the path up the mountain appears. To come back she has to climb out of her ear. And her grandfather’s house and that whole part of the mountain isn’t real in most people’s eyes. And she’s trying to convince them the world in her ear exists.
And also in the very first Final Fantasy, supposedly there are two characters in the beginning who stare across a lake from opposite shores. And the graphics are too crappy to let them see each other on the screen. But maybe when they do some kind of restoration of the original game, they’ll finally see each other onscreen.
In case it’s obvious, neither of these half-dreams involve much in the way of reality.
Wow this feels better
Not everything is better. But a lot is. Because I slept solidly from 9 pm to 6:30 am, which is unheard of for me. But I guess all that sleep deprivation finally caught up with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if I need to sleep even more. But this is a start.
I know how soundly I slept by two measures.
One, I was lying on my right side. And my right hip and the right side of my back were incredibly sore when I woke up. Still are. I can’t lay on my right side without causing serious trouble. And on my left side I’m still in a lot of pain. So clearly I slept so deeply I didn’t maneuver at all.
Two, I was having this dream about recycling hundreds of cans. In the dream, my hands reeked of the stench I used to get when I recycled for my parents. Part old Budweiser and part aluminum. Then I woke up to the most utterly disgusting morning breath that tasted exactly like that smell. I mean I know my tongue fungus never does wonders for my morning breath, but this was beyond every reasonable definition of completely foul.
And I’ve noticed the longer I sleep, the worse my breath. So this is a good sign. Even if I did have to use a ton of mouthwash.
So on one level I feel like a wreck and on another I feel much better.
Autistic Problem Number 35: Getting “stuck” before going to bed and being unable to get to sleep ever.
So roommates all think I have a sleeping disorder while I really just can’t even get to the bed because I don’t know what I am supposed to do next.
I do have a sleep disorder but I have this problem too anyway. Which seems really pathetic because I live in bed so it’s not getting to the bed that’s a problem. It’s getting off the computer or whatever I’m doing, and putting on my bipap. And then going from activity mode into sleep mode. It’s why I’ve had half an hour of sleep today.
“(Film reviewer voice) The cop plug in the enampa pants was brilliant.”
Hypnopompic hallucination a few minutes ago
I got an ebook of Little Nemo. I have to take off my glasses and stick the iPad up to my face but I can read it.
I keep laughing because the kid is totally like me. If my dream cuts off in the middle of something I try as hard as I can to get back to it regardless of other things.
Especially if I have an obligation to a dream character. Like this one girl who was an alien stuck on earth and I had to help her get back to her home planet because her sister was pregnant. And her parents thought part of the means of getting back (something that induced a sort of suspended animation) was some kind of drug and confiscated it. (She was screaming and sobbing so intensely I couldn’t not help her.)
That one didn’t turn out well — we all got killed before we could get off the planet. Long story. But it’s a good example of a dream where I tried hard to get back there over and over again because of unmet obligations to a dream character. I succeeded too but I called it quits after we died. I figured that was the end of it. It’s very common for me to wake up, go to sleep a little while later, and reenter the same dream. Especially when I want to. Sometimes it’s exactly the same and sometimes it’s changed a bit.
(And yes I die in dreams all the time. It weirds me out that most people don’t, to the point of urban legends cropping up.)
Anyway I totally identify with this kid who has adventures in his dreams that carry over from one dream to the next, and who gets pissed off sometimes about waking up and tries to go back.