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dreamsicle madness

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monday night i dreamed that i had been kidnapped and stashed (with a few other people) in a house in the middle of nowhere. we plotted our escape, and i woke up in the middle of pretending to be shot so the kidnappers would leave me alone.

tuesday night i dreamed that i got a weird skin disorder—kind of like hives + boils + mosquito bites.

and last night i dreamed that my workplace (some kind of spy agency, maybe?) was under attack by a league of assassins. my colleagues and i plotted our defense; i woke up just as the enemy’s armored vehicles were driving up to our building.

so, i am either much more stressed than i realize or… or what? it has to be stress, i guess. it’s still weird, though. and weirdest of all was that in none of those dreams was i stressed out, anxious, or frightened. i was pretty confident of our escape in the first one; the second one i knew was a dream; and the third one i felt very matter-of-fact. clinical almost. probably because i was a spy, and that’s how we roll.

for what it’s worth, i’m exhausted today.

insomnia

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i’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that one of the major reasons i am so sick all the time is that i can’t for the life of me get a full night’s sleep out here. why hello, midnight 1 am 2 am 3 am, we meet again.

forty winks

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its too bad that people (and, of course, by “people” i mean me) need sleep.

last night i was thinking how absolutely amazing the amount of things i could do would be if i didn’t need sleep (ha! take that grammar-police). so many little things to post about. so many books to read. so many things to watch on tv and the internet machine. so many things to write. so many places to go. so many people to keep in touch with (that one is trickier; requires those people to not be sleeping, either).

but of course, the inside of my eyelids — ever-enchanting as they are — won, and in the end, that was all i saw.

bleary eyes

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for the past month or so (about a week before i moved out here), i’ve been unable to get a really good night of sleep. i had a few days when i first came here when i just passed out at night, but every morning (no matter how much or little sleep i get) i wake up feeling absolutely fatigued, like a truck ran over me (siento como que un camion me paso por encima). pretty soon, i’m going to start charging myself for the oversized bags under my eyes.

at first i thought it was the air bed — but now i have a real bed, and i don’t think it’s the problem. then i thought it was because i was eating dinner too late (8pm or so) – so i’ve tried eating at normal dinnertime.

i just don’t know – go to bed early, stay up late, sleep in, etc. i’m still exhausted.

suggestions? remedies? help!

the rocket science of sleep

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i’m here! present! accounted for! and i cannot remember the last time i was this tired…oh, wait, yes, i can. it was yesterday.

don’t get me wrong: i absolutely adore overnight flights, especially when the flight attendants turn the cabin lights off. but i do admit that these overnight flights often cost me some dear sleep. this trip i was determined to surrender to my own exhaustion and simply dream through the 8.5 hours of flighttime.

like just about everything in life, that was easier said than done, and to make a long boring story short and fabulously interesting, my night looked like this:

  • sitting properly in my seat (38E) as one does.
  • legs stretched out, back kinda flat, still in my seat (38E).
  • knees tucked to chin, head on knees, my seat (38E).
  • (at this point i noticed that Mr. Seat-C and Mr. Seat-G were asleep, and I decided to make use of empty seat D).
  • head on pillow on seat D, body curled into little ball on seat E.
  • rest. no sleep, but rest.
  • squirm, sit properly, squirm.
  • notice that Mr. G is now taking advantage of empty seat F as i had done earlier. this could become a territory brawl.
  • (a memory stirs: college. rowing team. coach trips to regattas. 52 rowers on one bus for too many hours. and the elaborate and amazing sleeping patterns we worked out. how to get 52 bodies on a bus into the most comfortable sleep-inviting positions possible. we were pros).
  • inspired, lay the extra blankets on the floor in front of my row. grab a pillow and sleep.
  • Mr. Seat-G wakes up and acts apologetic, but i end that, and explain that he can now take up 3 whole empty seats. he stretches out on the row and tumbles into Nod.
  • i lay down on the blankets on the floor, stretch, curl up, etc. am quite happy.

is it any wonder that i’m so exhausted now (12 hours later) that i am literally falling asleep while writing this?