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Call the Sandman, It's [Sleep Thread] Time [OP NSF56K]
Sleep is good. I don't always get a lot of it at work, but I've found even if I'm not up running calls, my subconscious still keeps me in a lighter state of REM because I keep waiting for tones to go off next to my bed.
They are the most obnoxious things ever. Here you go. Just imagine it ten times louder...
I hate going to sleep. Like, the act of walking to bed and getting under the sheets is loathsome to me. I always feel like I'm wasting precious waking hours. Of course I'm inevitably tired the next morning and spend the first half of the day trying to recover from the 4th day in a row of staying up until 1:30 AM.
When I sleep, I dream. I dream horrible things most times, but somewhat recently I've gotten a hang on keeping most of the pants-shitty creep-terrors away.
Like the other night I dreamed I was walking on a cool cloudless night out of an empty field of tall golden grass lit under a pale blue moon. For some reason I was walking towards a bustling highway, braided in itself with over-passes and loops.
When I got close, watching the myriad cars with their glaring lamp-lights whizzing past, I felt a sudden sense of dread. At that very moment a car paused in its travels before me, to be rear-ended with such force as to send it up into the looming overpass and back down on its front-bumper with a thunderous crack.
Immediately people began to swarm out of the shadows, traffic stood at a standstill, and sirens wailed nearby as an ambulance crested the hill.
The paramedics exhumed the bisected corpse from the wreckage to the shock of the crowd. I'm sure almost nobody knew the man, but tears flowed from every face, even mine.
Even as they inspected the body, trying to come to grasp with the extent of his injuries, it began to rot and putrefy with startling speed. Seeming to wheeze out every little mote of life left as the air was pushed out of its deflating lungs.
I'd had enough of the scene, and turned to cross the now silent and still roads to the other side.
At the far end rose a city. It stood like a monolithic wall, with sky-scraping edifices pressed tight together in a claustrophobic monument to civilization. Along its sides were three tiers of walk-ways in riot with shop-fronts and other thresholds to places unknown. But it seemed as if I and only a handful of others were walking that night.
The skies above had become overcast, and the moon's light waned in their oppressive march to conquer the sky. I stood looking in the direction I last saw it, the blue light, and admired how the clouds caught its last breaths.
When I turned away to continue my wandering journey, I suddenly felt a strong heat against my back and my shadow jumped out before me in strident silhouette to a sudden bright golden light. I quickly turned and beheld the climax of a massive explosion rising above the city, thrusting the dark clouds away into the night and shaming the moon with its display. The explosion had a strange shape to it, blooming into a cross rather than a mushroom, and being all of golden light.
Suddenly there was another.
And another.
And another.
The earth quaked with thunderous blasts and a voice boomed across the surface announcing the end of this world at its maker's behest. An onrushing cloud of dirt and debris was rushing towards me between the canyon on buildings, arcing furiously with a strange blue electricity, surging in mindless blood-lust. I turned away, jumping with a smile on my face, happy that I was to die in such a momentous event.
The wave hit, and all was black.
I awoke in a curious dwelling made all of wood, seeming to have been carved into a massive tree. My body had been changed, being covered all in chitin. In fact, I had become some hybrid of insect and human. I found it strange, but not alarming. In fact, I found it interesting and exciting.
I went to my twig-woven window, looking out on a world that was all carved within one incredibly massive tree. A city worked in wood, populated by a chitinous people.
I walked down to the bottom-most level, speaking with a fellow insect-person who informed me that he was not, in fact, a person. That he was a digital construct in my mind. And that the calamity I witnessed before coming here was a mass psychic broadcast stunt for a movie to come out soon, and that the world I now walked in was a game for that said movie, made up of the linked minds of all that were caught in the broadcast.
I shrugged my shoulders, smiled, and went to ride on of the mantis-beasts.
And then I woke up!
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RankenphilePassersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
edited November 2010
I had a dream the other night that there was a convention for people named James, called the JamesCon. Keynote speaker? James Caan.
I woke myself up by laughing out out.
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RankenphilePassersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
I hate being a light sleeper. And a chronic snorer. Last night we went to bed just after 10, and after lying in bed awake for an hour, I finally gently snuck out of bed without waking usagi and went downstairs to internet for a couple of hours before sneaking back into bed. Unfortunately I then woke her up about an hour later because I was snoring so loud. Once I have medical coverage again, I am getting something done about this goddamn snoring.
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Viscount Islands[INSERT SoKo HERE]...it was the summer of my lifeRegistered Userregular
edited November 2010
I'm only a light sleeper when I feel the need to be, like in camp and I'm scared of getting mushed.
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I want to do with you
What spring does with the cherry trees.
I've trained myself to take hour long naps every so often and I wake up feeling perfectly refreshed. Normally I would stay up for longer than usual and only sleep a few hours, but I felt like shit afterwards.
Eventually I got used to it. Wish I had more going on though, all this free time is driving me crazy. Starting to see things in the shadows. Hideous otherworldly things.
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Viscount Islands[INSERT SoKo HERE]...it was the summer of my lifeRegistered Userregular
I hate being a light sleeper. And a chronic snorer. Last night we went to bed just after 10, and after lying in bed awake for an hour, I finally gently snuck out of bed without waking usagi and went downstairs to internet for a couple of hours before sneaking back into bed. Unfortunately I then woke her up about an hour later because I was snoring so loud. Once I have medical coverage again, I am getting something done about this goddamn snoring.
Sometimes a man just needs a little G.
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I want to do with you
What spring does with the cherry trees.
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RankenphilePassersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
I hate being a light sleeper. And a chronic snorer. Last night we went to bed just after 10, and after lying in bed awake for an hour, I finally gently snuck out of bed without waking usagi and went downstairs to internet for a couple of hours before sneaking back into bed. Unfortunately I then woke her up about an hour later because I was snoring so loud. Once I have medical coverage again, I am getting something done about this goddamn snoring.
My grandfather is an epic snorer.
My grandmother bought him this sound-activated vibrating wristband thing, that every time he'd snore, it'd activate and wake him up a little so he'd roll over.
Except he didn't wake up.
So instead of SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
it was SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE buzz buzz buzz buzz SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE buzz buzz buzz buzz SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE buzz buzz buzz buzz
all night
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RankenphilePassersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
edited November 2010
you know what's good for snoring?
weed
doesn't stop the snoring, but it's great treatment for the giving a fuck
oh god Rank, I'm laughing but also can totally relate
apparently usagi was trying for about 10 min to wake me due to my snoring, but for some reason I didn't wake up until she finally decided to get out of bed to go sleep on the couch (normally she does wake me up when snoring and I'll move to the couch for her sake)
My father snores so loud that a few years into the marriage he was already permanently sleeping on the couch.
We had to get a four bedroom house so he could have his own room.
Tried the breathing strips..no good. Only thing that worked was a mask that forced air into his nasal passageway.
Problem is...the damn thing is almost as loud as his snoring so he stopped using it.
One time my he and my uncle shared a room. My uncle couldn't take the snoring so he decided to drive back home at 2AM.
Also the man kicks in his sleep. Waking up as you are falling off the bed from your father kicking you is weird.
But naps are the best. I have a special skill of being able to nap anywhere, in a moving car, on the toilet, on the metro, once in a while at work during my lunch break. I can fall into a nap in about 2 minutes
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which really sucks because i really like sleeping on my right side
you should get that looked at
I think it's a problem.
I think too much.
I think I should stop.
I think you're misconstruing the meaning of those finds and that article
i did
most i can do is take anti pain meds
and they don't even do much
They are the most obnoxious things ever. Here you go. Just imagine it ten times louder...
The Apocalypse Has Never Been More Fun
Secret Satan Wishlist!! Thinkgeek Wish List
What spring does with the cherry trees.
Start an itis thread then.
Why you spittin' all these sucka terms at mah grille?
Also that test is bullshit just like the IQ test.
huh
Loooove sleep.
i think not
This is a Problem
Like the other night I dreamed I was walking on a cool cloudless night out of an empty field of tall golden grass lit under a pale blue moon. For some reason I was walking towards a bustling highway, braided in itself with over-passes and loops.
When I got close, watching the myriad cars with their glaring lamp-lights whizzing past, I felt a sudden sense of dread. At that very moment a car paused in its travels before me, to be rear-ended with such force as to send it up into the looming overpass and back down on its front-bumper with a thunderous crack.
Immediately people began to swarm out of the shadows, traffic stood at a standstill, and sirens wailed nearby as an ambulance crested the hill.
The paramedics exhumed the bisected corpse from the wreckage to the shock of the crowd. I'm sure almost nobody knew the man, but tears flowed from every face, even mine.
Even as they inspected the body, trying to come to grasp with the extent of his injuries, it began to rot and putrefy with startling speed. Seeming to wheeze out every little mote of life left as the air was pushed out of its deflating lungs.
I'd had enough of the scene, and turned to cross the now silent and still roads to the other side.
At the far end rose a city. It stood like a monolithic wall, with sky-scraping edifices pressed tight together in a claustrophobic monument to civilization. Along its sides were three tiers of walk-ways in riot with shop-fronts and other thresholds to places unknown. But it seemed as if I and only a handful of others were walking that night.
The skies above had become overcast, and the moon's light waned in their oppressive march to conquer the sky. I stood looking in the direction I last saw it, the blue light, and admired how the clouds caught its last breaths.
When I turned away to continue my wandering journey, I suddenly felt a strong heat against my back and my shadow jumped out before me in strident silhouette to a sudden bright golden light. I quickly turned and beheld the climax of a massive explosion rising above the city, thrusting the dark clouds away into the night and shaming the moon with its display. The explosion had a strange shape to it, blooming into a cross rather than a mushroom, and being all of golden light.
Suddenly there was another.
And another.
And another.
The earth quaked with thunderous blasts and a voice boomed across the surface announcing the end of this world at its maker's behest. An onrushing cloud of dirt and debris was rushing towards me between the canyon on buildings, arcing furiously with a strange blue electricity, surging in mindless blood-lust. I turned away, jumping with a smile on my face, happy that I was to die in such a momentous event.
The wave hit, and all was black.
I awoke in a curious dwelling made all of wood, seeming to have been carved into a massive tree. My body had been changed, being covered all in chitin. In fact, I had become some hybrid of insect and human. I found it strange, but not alarming. In fact, I found it interesting and exciting.
I went to my twig-woven window, looking out on a world that was all carved within one incredibly massive tree. A city worked in wood, populated by a chitinous people.
I walked down to the bottom-most level, speaking with a fellow insect-person who informed me that he was not, in fact, a person. That he was a digital construct in my mind. And that the calamity I witnessed before coming here was a mass psychic broadcast stunt for a movie to come out soon, and that the world I now walked in was a game for that said movie, made up of the linked minds of all that were caught in the broadcast.
I shrugged my shoulders, smiled, and went to ride on of the mantis-beasts.
And then I woke up!
I woke myself up by laughing out out.
What spring does with the cherry trees.
Immunity!
I've trained myself to take hour long naps every so often and I wake up feeling perfectly refreshed. Normally I would stay up for longer than usual and only sleep a few hours, but I felt like shit afterwards.
Eventually I got used to it. Wish I had more going on though, all this free time is driving me crazy. Starting to see things in the shadows. Hideous otherworldly things.
Sometimes a man just needs a little G.
What spring does with the cherry trees.
My grandfather is an epic snorer.
My grandmother bought him this sound-activated vibrating wristband thing, that every time he'd snore, it'd activate and wake him up a little so he'd roll over.
Except he didn't wake up.
So instead of SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
it was SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE buzz buzz buzz buzz SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE buzz buzz buzz buzz SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE buzz buzz buzz buzz
all night
weed
doesn't stop the snoring, but it's great treatment for the giving a fuck
apparently usagi was trying for about 10 min to wake me due to my snoring, but for some reason I didn't wake up until she finally decided to get out of bed to go sleep on the couch (normally she does wake me up when snoring and I'll move to the couch for her sake)
We had to get a four bedroom house so he could have his own room.
Tried the breathing strips..no good. Only thing that worked was a mask that forced air into his nasal passageway.
Problem is...the damn thing is almost as loud as his snoring so he stopped using it.
One time my he and my uncle shared a room. My uncle couldn't take the snoring so he decided to drive back home at 2AM.
Also the man kicks in his sleep. Waking up as you are falling off the bed from your father kicking you is weird.
But naps are the best. I have a special skill of being able to nap anywhere, in a moving car, on the toilet, on the metro, once in a while at work during my lunch break. I can fall into a nap in about 2 minutes