snore
really, hey i'm telling you cause i love you, this is just rambling.
you know like sleep. all the way through.
no pauses.
no commercial breaks.
no program interruptions for public service announcements.
this is only a test. beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
it's been awhile since my mind. dreams. haven't been plagued by this...amorphous...it.
after a bit i'm sure the deprivation of
that, oh-so nectar-of-dream,
that oh-so necessary to the spirit-flesh, blend of stored true experience and subconscious flash,
makes the user unable to process and deal, fully, wholly, at all, with basic, mundane, daily issues.
no sleep=lost sanity
then comes a time when everything snaps back in place (humans are nothing if not wholly adaptable creatures...see, it's why we're wearing clothes). so, everything eventually snaps back in place.
unfortunately, as it turns out, those sharp moments of lucidity frequently happen late at night (early in the morning. whatever. don't argue semantics), and unfortunately, as it were, usually after a quick night of dancing with whatever mind altering partner you happen to be dancing with that day (anyone find it funny that even in separating me from my own mind i can't commit to any one poison? yeah. ha...).
you see, back to that adaptability bit, when there's a dearth (no, it's not misspelled. click the link troglodyte.) of something the human recognizes as necessary, the first stage is to try to take care of it subconsciously ...
(check it, humans are inherently lazy {thus born cognitive appraisal and the like} [...as an aside and pay attention you won't hear me admit i was wrong often- i, for the longest time, thought that definition belonged to cognitive dissonance, which, as it turns out is something entirely different. go figure, i really should've paid more attention in intro to psych] anyway, humans are inherently lazy and would much rather abdicate any actual doing of shit to someone else. in fact, humans are so enamored with letting other people do their shit that they've figured out a way to compartmentalize their brains in such a way as to allow them to trick themselves into taking care of shit they don't feel like dealing with. conscious meet subconscious. you follow me?)
what was i saying?
oh, yeah.
...try to take care of it subconsciously. if that fails, due to whatever gross series of breakdowns that leads to the eventual/inevitable short-circuit, the human has no option but to get down in the mud and start playing with solutions.
in this instance (human lacks sleep, loses internal credibility), once the subconscious' answer of nodding off at inopportune moments (why is the subconscious' answer always to nod off? lazy fucker) are finally trumped by the magical mystical power of coffee, redbull, whatever, the conscious has to get up and make a decision. "how do i keep stable, this internal structure, in the face of no sleep?
the easiest, laziest, way to solve this is to artificially recreate conditions necessary for a stable, balanced mind.
here. check my math.
i lack sleep.
i lose my mind.
we can't have that, fix it.
the most important part of sleep (the resting is just for the body. the brain uses the time the body's chilling to sort through shit) is in the dreaming.
dreaming is the processing center of the brain.
that constant whizzing you used to hear but forgotten about is the sound of delivery trucks on their way into that processing center, with loads of stored situations, experiences,...life.
those loads get dumped (huhuh...i said loads and dumped) for sorting.
in the sorting and processing is where the brain finds sanity, makes sense of the shit that'd otherwise drive it nutty.
when sleep (real sleep) stops, dreams stop.
when dreams stop, the loaded deliveries don't, but the processing of those loads, naturally, does.
so our solution is to make a waking platform for the processing.
so what we do is create a way to have all that...life...sex it up with all that subconscious flash, and all in that annoying waking state.
see, if you've been paying attention closely you'll notice how i just justified recreational drug use.
damn i'm clever. you should sleep with me.
or elect me president (i mean come on, if he's got to justify stupid shit, he could at least do me the courtesy of taking his time to be clever about it. it's easy and everyone's happier for it.)
right, so i'm going to go try and fall asleep.
remind me to tell you why my new life mission is to clone me.
you know like sleep. all the way through.
no pauses.
no commercial breaks.
no program interruptions for public service announcements.
this is only a test. beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
it's been awhile since my mind. dreams. haven't been plagued by this...amorphous...it.
after a bit i'm sure the deprivation of
that, oh-so nectar-of-dream,
that oh-so necessary to the spirit-flesh, blend of stored true experience and subconscious flash,
makes the user unable to process and deal, fully, wholly, at all, with basic, mundane, daily issues.
no sleep=lost sanity
then comes a time when everything snaps back in place (humans are nothing if not wholly adaptable creatures...see, it's why we're wearing clothes). so, everything eventually snaps back in place.
unfortunately, as it turns out, those sharp moments of lucidity frequently happen late at night (early in the morning. whatever. don't argue semantics), and unfortunately, as it were, usually after a quick night of dancing with whatever mind altering partner you happen to be dancing with that day (anyone find it funny that even in separating me from my own mind i can't commit to any one poison? yeah. ha...).
you see, back to that adaptability bit, when there's a dearth (no, it's not misspelled. click the link troglodyte.) of something the human recognizes as necessary, the first stage is to try to take care of it subconsciously ...
(check it, humans are inherently lazy {thus born cognitive appraisal and the like} [...as an aside and pay attention you won't hear me admit i was wrong often- i, for the longest time, thought that definition belonged to cognitive dissonance, which, as it turns out is something entirely different. go figure, i really should've paid more attention in intro to psych] anyway, humans are inherently lazy and would much rather abdicate any actual doing of shit to someone else. in fact, humans are so enamored with letting other people do their shit that they've figured out a way to compartmentalize their brains in such a way as to allow them to trick themselves into taking care of shit they don't feel like dealing with. conscious meet subconscious. you follow me?)
what was i saying?
oh, yeah.
...try to take care of it subconsciously. if that fails, due to whatever gross series of breakdowns that leads to the eventual/inevitable short-circuit, the human has no option but to get down in the mud and start playing with solutions.
in this instance (human lacks sleep, loses internal credibility), once the subconscious' answer of nodding off at inopportune moments (why is the subconscious' answer always to nod off? lazy fucker) are finally trumped by the magical mystical power of coffee, redbull, whatever, the conscious has to get up and make a decision. "how do i keep stable, this internal structure, in the face of no sleep?
the easiest, laziest, way to solve this is to artificially recreate conditions necessary for a stable, balanced mind.
here. check my math.
i lack sleep.
i lose my mind.
we can't have that, fix it.
the most important part of sleep (the resting is just for the body. the brain uses the time the body's chilling to sort through shit) is in the dreaming.
dreaming is the processing center of the brain.
that constant whizzing you used to hear but forgotten about is the sound of delivery trucks on their way into that processing center, with loads of stored situations, experiences,...life.
those loads get dumped (huhuh...i said loads and dumped) for sorting.
in the sorting and processing is where the brain finds sanity, makes sense of the shit that'd otherwise drive it nutty.
when sleep (real sleep) stops, dreams stop.
when dreams stop, the loaded deliveries don't, but the processing of those loads, naturally, does.
so our solution is to make a waking platform for the processing.
so what we do is create a way to have all that...life...sex it up with all that subconscious flash, and all in that annoying waking state.
see, if you've been paying attention closely you'll notice how i just justified recreational drug use.
damn i'm clever. you should sleep with me.
or elect me president (i mean come on, if he's got to justify stupid shit, he could at least do me the courtesy of taking his time to be clever about it. it's easy and everyone's happier for it.)
right, so i'm going to go try and fall asleep.
remind me to tell you why my new life mission is to clone me.