All we want to do is eat your brains

Sep 15, 2009 05:36

We're not unreasonable; I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes.
So I'm a zombie now. I'm experimenting with polyphasic sleep cycles [specifically the Uberman Cycle]. To sum up in laymen's terms, the theory goes that one only really needs to go through a couple of REM sleep cycles to feel good, and furthermore that one can train one's body to enter REM quickly. Hence, one ought to be able to sustain one's self on a series of six Power Naps, twenty to forty minute each, spaced out throughout the day.
I've read a lot of testimonials about it, and have come to conclude that, like almost everything else, it works for some and not others. Some report feeling more alert and energetic, some dramatically less. Like any responsible adult, I decided to be my own guinea pig and see how it works. After experimenting with boys, girl, trannies, kink, and drugs & alcohol, I've decided to experiment with my sleep.
Adjustment usually takes between one or two weeks, during which one is quite gorram dead. It's important to NOT get a full night of sleep when adjusting, but instead stick to a strict schedule, taking the naps at the same time every day. I have been trying to do it since I got home from Burning Man, but was unable until now to wake up from my night naps.
My naps are as follow: at 2:30, 6:30, and 10:30, for thirty minutes each.

Day One:
I made it through the night, finally. It's difficult, I'm almost falling asleep on the spot, and it's taking all of my efforts not to sleep now.
A lot of people reported having very vivid dreams and being able to remember them. I've been experiencing this, too, and it's pretty awesome. Earlier, I dreamt of a large white snake curling around my hands, coming up to my face. I could feel it squeezing my hands, and the pain woke me. I opened my eyes and could still feel it there, as I lay in bed, and then when I closed my eyes, the dream was still there, as though I had never awakened at all.

Day Two:
The night was a monster to get through, but during the day I was strangely energetic, considering how much sleep dep I was experiencing. One exception: while on the Orange Line, about halfway between my 6:30 AM and 10:30AM nap, I felt myself falling asleep on the bus. I was powerless to stop it, and seemed to enter into REM sleep as soon as I closed my eyes; I saw dreams while I blinked. After about ten minutes of this strange, sleeping with my eyes open, dreams and reality intertwined, and then I was alert and awake again.
During the day, I can go to sleep easily, but it was also easy for me to wake up, and to stay awake. Tonight, though, after my 10:30 PM nap, I could hardly wake up; groggy, in pain, not quite awake. My next nap was easier to wake from.

Day Three:
Tonight was fairly easy. I didn't have trouble waking up, and when I did wake I felt very well rested, as though I had slept all night. I wasn't falling asleep as I sat at my laptop. I hear today is supposed to be fairly bad, though, so we'll see. Yesterday, I didn't take a nap on my lunch break like I wanted to, and by the time I got off of work I was swaying. It was like being on drugs; my head was heavy, my vision was swimming, I couldn't focus. Learned that lesson.

Day F*ck-all [Five? Six?]
I am adjusting daytime-wise; I am energetic and well functioning, and my naps during the day go well; I fall asleep easily and wake up equally easily. My nighttime naps, however, are still troublesome. I have not slept a full night, yet, thankfully, but repeatedly my nighttime naps run longer than they are supposed to, for an hour or two instead of the half allotted to them. I seem to have the most trouble with the 10:30PM ones, regularly waking up late and barely, feeling like crap, like my head was filled with cement, throbbing. Every other nap, I awake chipper and energetic, feeling sleepy only for a minute if at all, but these ones are so difficult. My body knows I ought to be sleeping at night, and so as soon as I fall asleep it drugs me and hangs on to slumber for dear life, refusing to let me rise and function. It's preposterous and frustrating. I feel like I've been hit by an eighteen wheeler, and I lay there and groan in pain and fight nausea while my companions attempt to rouse me. It's hell, and I'm still trying to find a way to deal with it. Hopefully that'll pass in another week.
For work, I've taken to napping during my break. Last time, I walked over to Target and slept on their couch. It was a short nap on account of the walk, but I don't know how they'd react to me sleeping at work. We'll see, I suppose.
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