On sleep deprivation and jungle-side psychology
For some reason, my body has shifted it's internal wake-up call back to 5:30 am. Not fair, body, especially since we haven't been falling asleep until around 2 anyway. At least I usually manage to fall back asleep for an additional hour or two eventually.
That said, before I woke up at 5:30 this morning, I had a dream about a group of kids - 5 or so of them, all brothers and sisters, ranging from age 6-16 or there abouts - who went to this *awesome* in door water park that basically appeared to be a tropical jungle, complete with giant ferns and a kick ass water fall. There was also a tyrannosaurs rex living there and chasing them around, but one of the middle sons ended up befriending it using a mix of psychology and therapy. Seriously. I swear I even heard the kid ask a question like "And how does that make you feel," and possibly even writing something down in his yellow notebook.
Sometimes, I love my brain.
That said, before I woke up at 5:30 this morning, I had a dream about a group of kids - 5 or so of them, all brothers and sisters, ranging from age 6-16 or there abouts - who went to this *awesome* in door water park that basically appeared to be a tropical jungle, complete with giant ferns and a kick ass water fall. There was also a tyrannosaurs rex living there and chasing them around, but one of the middle sons ended up befriending it using a mix of psychology and therapy. Seriously. I swear I even heard the kid ask a question like "And how does that make you feel," and possibly even writing something down in his yellow notebook.
Sometimes, I love my brain.