Dreaming
I usually spend more time trying to avoid sleeping then I do actually sleeping. I look on sleep as a waste of time. If I could avoid ever doing it I would. I don't use drugs or any techniques to keep myself awake at this point. There's no real need and when you work on a 50 year old aircraft on a potentially very dangerous flightline you don't want any strange after effects. That said you're supposed to get 8 hours of sleep at least to work a flightline. I average between 3 and 7, hardly ever a full 8.
Now I've been staying up 20 hours and sleeping about 3-4 for the last 3 days. Usually I like to get 6 somewhere between a stretch like that.
The last week I was only getting 3 hours every night and I recall taking a few 20-25 minute power naps. Napping over 30 minutes holds you back more than helps you if you didn't know. For some it takes 30 and for others it takes 45 before they actually start to enter a deep sleep. Once your body starts entering a deeper sleep (with REM sleep) it refuses to want to wake up without more of it. It likes it, and you feel like shitcakes if you don't give it more. That's why it's always best to power nap for only 20-25 minutes.
But to my point. I stayed up last night playing a game called runebound. I haven't played any board games in years but my friend demanded I play this kinda D&D styled board game. It was actually pretty cool. I found it a lot of fun and we joked about a lot of it/and/or other things. I ended up sitting around drinking a fair amount and enjoying it. Of the two games we played (when you have all the expansion the game is modular and can be changed around many different ways) I one the first with magic and my friend one the second with melee.
We stayed up waiting for the sun to rise listening to in search of sunrise 4, eventually it came, at which point we ignored it.
I really don't think I've watched a sun rise and done nothing else for 5+ years. Shame. I can recall a few I watched when I was 16-18, but that was a different world.
I had stayed up to do this after a full day of work of course and before that I had been up taking care of a lot of things in the apt that need done. So I had been up for over 23 hours when I went to sleep.
I slept, and I slept. The dreams weren't as crazy as the dreams one might dream on absinthe, but they were approaching that point.
I dreamt I was a completely different person in a completely different life. But for some reason I knew the life well. I can never recall very much of a dream so here goes.
I remember maps of some of the places I lived in. As if I was a sort of young boy map collector. I had some friends who had a car, and I seem to remember a few school type settings.
Also there was this place we drove to, sort of a roundabout of houses. All of them made of not much more than wood which all appeared to have been put together by very young men or those with no woodworking skill. The houses stood but they were not painted and very DIY.
We rolled up to one and there must have been 20 dogs around the area. All different sizes, shapes, colours, and types. The girls with us pet one and I made my way up and into the house. We ended up just hanging out. Somehow I found myself in a room with a very odd woman under the sheets of a bed. I sat next to her and joked around with her for awhile before she pulled me into bed. She was only wearing panties and had two nipple piercing.
The very strange thing was that her nipple piercings weren't through her nipple but actually went behind them. One was pink, the other blue. We joked around and rolled around before she forced me out of my clothing. Which I seemed to be indifferent to but more interested in her body art which she was not completely covered in but had a fair amount of. Did I mention she had the cutest pink hair and longest legs I've ever dreamed about?
She eventually wanted off with my underwear and for some reason I was not ready to disrobe them. I hadn't had enough time observing without touching or something of the like. We were both talking to one another about all kinds of oddness and having a funny time already. But when she found I didn't want to take my boxers off she went to town with it.
It was like clockwork and when she did get them off she started screaming about a tiny cock. Which seemed to signal my normal self to take the place of this fopwit. My normal self and it's thinking knows that is simply not the case, that I'm more gifted than anything else. So I began to grow and grow a lot until eventually she was breathless.
After that I don't recall any more of the dream. But that was probably the weirdest dream I've had in awhile and can actually recall.
Now I've been staying up 20 hours and sleeping about 3-4 for the last 3 days. Usually I like to get 6 somewhere between a stretch like that.
The last week I was only getting 3 hours every night and I recall taking a few 20-25 minute power naps. Napping over 30 minutes holds you back more than helps you if you didn't know. For some it takes 30 and for others it takes 45 before they actually start to enter a deep sleep. Once your body starts entering a deeper sleep (with REM sleep) it refuses to want to wake up without more of it. It likes it, and you feel like shitcakes if you don't give it more. That's why it's always best to power nap for only 20-25 minutes.
But to my point. I stayed up last night playing a game called runebound. I haven't played any board games in years but my friend demanded I play this kinda D&D styled board game. It was actually pretty cool. I found it a lot of fun and we joked about a lot of it/and/or other things. I ended up sitting around drinking a fair amount and enjoying it. Of the two games we played (when you have all the expansion the game is modular and can be changed around many different ways) I one the first with magic and my friend one the second with melee.
We stayed up waiting for the sun to rise listening to in search of sunrise 4, eventually it came, at which point we ignored it.
I really don't think I've watched a sun rise and done nothing else for 5+ years. Shame. I can recall a few I watched when I was 16-18, but that was a different world.
I had stayed up to do this after a full day of work of course and before that I had been up taking care of a lot of things in the apt that need done. So I had been up for over 23 hours when I went to sleep.
I slept, and I slept. The dreams weren't as crazy as the dreams one might dream on absinthe, but they were approaching that point.
I dreamt I was a completely different person in a completely different life. But for some reason I knew the life well. I can never recall very much of a dream so here goes.
I remember maps of some of the places I lived in. As if I was a sort of young boy map collector. I had some friends who had a car, and I seem to remember a few school type settings.
Also there was this place we drove to, sort of a roundabout of houses. All of them made of not much more than wood which all appeared to have been put together by very young men or those with no woodworking skill. The houses stood but they were not painted and very DIY.
We rolled up to one and there must have been 20 dogs around the area. All different sizes, shapes, colours, and types. The girls with us pet one and I made my way up and into the house. We ended up just hanging out. Somehow I found myself in a room with a very odd woman under the sheets of a bed. I sat next to her and joked around with her for awhile before she pulled me into bed. She was only wearing panties and had two nipple piercing.
The very strange thing was that her nipple piercings weren't through her nipple but actually went behind them. One was pink, the other blue. We joked around and rolled around before she forced me out of my clothing. Which I seemed to be indifferent to but more interested in her body art which she was not completely covered in but had a fair amount of. Did I mention she had the cutest pink hair and longest legs I've ever dreamed about?
She eventually wanted off with my underwear and for some reason I was not ready to disrobe them. I hadn't had enough time observing without touching or something of the like. We were both talking to one another about all kinds of oddness and having a funny time already. But when she found I didn't want to take my boxers off she went to town with it.
It was like clockwork and when she did get them off she started screaming about a tiny cock. Which seemed to signal my normal self to take the place of this fopwit. My normal self and it's thinking knows that is simply not the case, that I'm more gifted than anything else. So I began to grow and grow a lot until eventually she was breathless.
After that I don't recall any more of the dream. But that was probably the weirdest dream I've had in awhile and can actually recall.