Jehova > Jenova.
I had the wierdest dream the other day. Check this out.
I dreamt that I was running away from the end of days, the apocolypse if you will. I had the quaint notion that existance was ending at approximately 7:00 pm so I was doing what needed to be done - running for my life.
When one is faced with certain death, the sympathetic nervous system runs that basic program "Fight or Flight" and everyone knows you cannot fight Jehova, so the only option is to take off like a rocket, or stay and face it. . I don't know why I had thought Jehova was associated with the apocolypse, but that is the name I had given it.
Now I know Jehova is one of the names for God, but I chalk the whole association of Jehova and the end of the world senario with some Jehova's witness pamphlet I got on my door. In my dream however, Jehova wasn't God, he was the end of days, and everyone was screaming, its Jehova, like he was godzilla or something... godzilla - heh.
So the dream was frightingly real, and I woke up in my bed, or at least thought I had, and I went to my car to get my radio/phone. I went back to my bed and watched the clock as time ebbed away. When 7:00 rolled around and the alarm went off, I woke up.
Lets do the math.
I woke up, and thought I was awake, walked out to my car, came back in, watched my clock, paced around the room, and finally sat back on my bed to watch the clock some more, then at 7:00 I woke up. I woke up twice, and don't get me wrong I wasn't dreaming going out to my car, I was really doing it, only I was still asleep. When I woke up at 7:00 i was sitting in my bed watching the clock, with my radio/phone in my hand. I called my father, simply because for 15 minutes, I was awake, yet still asleep.
This is not the first time this has happened to me.
4 weeks ago, I woke up before the alarm clock and couldn't wake up. I paced around my room for 30 minutes having a panic attack, for some reason I cannot remember. What was I dreaming; I still don't know. Yes, 30 minutes. For an excrutiatingly long period of time I couldn't sit still and I was figiting like a mental case in a straight jacket.
I think I'm loosing my mind. If it happens again, I'm going to make an appointment at the psychiatrist.
Seriously folks.
Both Curtis and my father have told me that I need to get more sleep and this whole continuous sleeping thing would go away, so I got like 14 hours of sleep last night, woke up this morning, and I feel great.
I should just set my circadian rhythm to a steady pace and then I will probably be allright, I hope.
This is Siggy saying - Get MORE Sleep!
I dreamt that I was running away from the end of days, the apocolypse if you will. I had the quaint notion that existance was ending at approximately 7:00 pm so I was doing what needed to be done - running for my life.
When one is faced with certain death, the sympathetic nervous system runs that basic program "Fight or Flight" and everyone knows you cannot fight Jehova, so the only option is to take off like a rocket, or stay and face it. . I don't know why I had thought Jehova was associated with the apocolypse, but that is the name I had given it.
Now I know Jehova is one of the names for God, but I chalk the whole association of Jehova and the end of the world senario with some Jehova's witness pamphlet I got on my door. In my dream however, Jehova wasn't God, he was the end of days, and everyone was screaming, its Jehova, like he was godzilla or something... godzilla - heh.
So the dream was frightingly real, and I woke up in my bed, or at least thought I had, and I went to my car to get my radio/phone. I went back to my bed and watched the clock as time ebbed away. When 7:00 rolled around and the alarm went off, I woke up.
Lets do the math.
I woke up, and thought I was awake, walked out to my car, came back in, watched my clock, paced around the room, and finally sat back on my bed to watch the clock some more, then at 7:00 I woke up. I woke up twice, and don't get me wrong I wasn't dreaming going out to my car, I was really doing it, only I was still asleep. When I woke up at 7:00 i was sitting in my bed watching the clock, with my radio/phone in my hand. I called my father, simply because for 15 minutes, I was awake, yet still asleep.
This is not the first time this has happened to me.
4 weeks ago, I woke up before the alarm clock and couldn't wake up. I paced around my room for 30 minutes having a panic attack, for some reason I cannot remember. What was I dreaming; I still don't know. Yes, 30 minutes. For an excrutiatingly long period of time I couldn't sit still and I was figiting like a mental case in a straight jacket.
I think I'm loosing my mind. If it happens again, I'm going to make an appointment at the psychiatrist.
Seriously folks.
Both Curtis and my father have told me that I need to get more sleep and this whole continuous sleeping thing would go away, so I got like 14 hours of sleep last night, woke up this morning, and I feel great.
I should just set my circadian rhythm to a steady pace and then I will probably be allright, I hope.
This is Siggy saying - Get MORE Sleep!