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This is how jaded I am:
I'm having a nightmare last night, there's gunmen running around outside of my house, they've killed all the police that were trying to catch them (i fell asleep to Stephen King's KUJO last night) Anyway in my dream I realize the laws of physics aren't quite working as they should. I realize to myself "ah crap, i'm in the middle of the nightmare, now I gotta wake up"
Then I continue "Ok, here we go, try and scream yourself awake." I get out a lil bit of a gasp. I realize that's not working. Then I think to myself, oh man i'm going to have to start moving one of my extremities to break the sleep paralysis that your body is in during a dream state. Now when you're barely conscious of your dream state and try to wake yourself up, it's hard. It's really really hard especially if you're sleep deprived and have only been asleep for a short while.
But I kept trying to move my hands and feet, I started to feel my body laying in the bed as opposed to the upright position I was in , in my dream. But I couldn't break that barrier between the waking world and the sleeping.
The attackers were coming in my house and I figured the only thing to do was just charge directly at them. Anytime I'm being chased or feel in danger in my dream, ignoring my gut and throwing myself right into the conflict always wakes me up. I realized "ok nothing's working, charge full speed ahead at the gun-men.
I ran through the house (which wasn't the house I live in now, but some imaginary, better version of it) I charge towards them screaming "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DREAAAAAAAAAAAM!" and then the sleepscape begins to break up, I finally emerge upright in my bed looking out at the glowing brown night sky over Riverside.
I climb back into bed with rach and finally get back to sleep, not remembering the rest of the night's dreams.
The thing is that feeling of wearyness, jadedness, was persistent even in my dream. Even while trying to wake up I was like" oh god, this again"
That's the nasty side-effect of staying in one place for nearly 32 years. It gets to you after awhile, it seeps into your dreams... especially when you refuse to listen to your instinct. but....building a financial cushion is the goal of the early 30's. Should've followed those flightly instincts when I didn't know the value of being financially responsible.
Alright, back to work. nothing to see here, move along!
I'm having a nightmare last night, there's gunmen running around outside of my house, they've killed all the police that were trying to catch them (i fell asleep to Stephen King's KUJO last night) Anyway in my dream I realize the laws of physics aren't quite working as they should. I realize to myself "ah crap, i'm in the middle of the nightmare, now I gotta wake up"
Then I continue "Ok, here we go, try and scream yourself awake." I get out a lil bit of a gasp. I realize that's not working. Then I think to myself, oh man i'm going to have to start moving one of my extremities to break the sleep paralysis that your body is in during a dream state. Now when you're barely conscious of your dream state and try to wake yourself up, it's hard. It's really really hard especially if you're sleep deprived and have only been asleep for a short while.
But I kept trying to move my hands and feet, I started to feel my body laying in the bed as opposed to the upright position I was in , in my dream. But I couldn't break that barrier between the waking world and the sleeping.
The attackers were coming in my house and I figured the only thing to do was just charge directly at them. Anytime I'm being chased or feel in danger in my dream, ignoring my gut and throwing myself right into the conflict always wakes me up. I realized "ok nothing's working, charge full speed ahead at the gun-men.
I ran through the house (which wasn't the house I live in now, but some imaginary, better version of it) I charge towards them screaming "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DREAAAAAAAAAAAM!" and then the sleepscape begins to break up, I finally emerge upright in my bed looking out at the glowing brown night sky over Riverside.
I climb back into bed with rach and finally get back to sleep, not remembering the rest of the night's dreams.
The thing is that feeling of wearyness, jadedness, was persistent even in my dream. Even while trying to wake up I was like" oh god, this again"
That's the nasty side-effect of staying in one place for nearly 32 years. It gets to you after awhile, it seeps into your dreams... especially when you refuse to listen to your instinct. but....building a financial cushion is the goal of the early 30's. Should've followed those flightly instincts when I didn't know the value of being financially responsible.
Alright, back to work. nothing to see here, move along!