The Owl's Nest-The Nocturnal Imperative

[JET73L]

Sometimes I dream and remember what seems to be almost everything, sometimes I dream and forget a lot, sometimes I don;t seem to dream at all. Lately, that is.

My nights have not been going well, but it could be worse. My days, on the other hand... I get close to achieving something close to a decent schedule, and something messes it up. I try to get to sleep earlier, finally start thanks to setting my alarm earlier and earlier and allowing a certain amount of time to go back to sleep just long enough to wake up some more, and now I have a ton of stuff all land on my schedule so that it will be practically impossible to sleep at all, let alone with any regularity.

What's worse is my depression's getting significantly worse again, and a combination of technical difficulties and scheduling issues have kept me fairly incommunicado recently (thanks to it taking too freaking long to do anything in IE, and the system timing out between pages on a lot of sites), which is making it even more difficult to fall asleep because of trying to get things done and taking until Mom and Holly are already awake and oftentimes making noise before I can even start trying to get to sleep.

[Zotar]

I'm not sure what I dreamed....

there was a bit where a girl was receiving a video on her phone of some guy showing off his body...

there was a bit where I was laboriously severing a small elephant's neck with a blunt battle axe only to find my fellow warriors had deserted me....

And there were other bits and pieces that must have made perfect sense when I was dreaming them, but make absolutely no sense now. But thats normal for me.

take a day off from your troubles and go to bed a 10:00 or even 8:00... you want regret it... You will be more productive in the morning afterward... so I've heard. If not. at least you will get some much needed rest.

Also, CHOOSE to be happy. Do something cheerful, like dancing like no-one's watching, or singing at the top of your lungs. It WILL cheer you up.

[JET73L]

Please don't ever say that to me again. If I meant malaise, I would have said malaise. Depression is a physiological disorder for which even the main effect can only be partially counteracted, if even that, with doing fun or otherwise enjoyable things. (The first set of italics was, I will admit, being... not necessarily "shout"-y, but at least harsh. The second and third were for emphasis. The fourth was simply to point out my use of a specific word, not for any phonological effect.)

And if I could go to sleep when I wanted, I would. But I have schedules to keep up with, and cannot fall asleep before my mind and body are both ready. The closest I can get to going to sleep early is not going to sleep at all and going to sleep early the next day, and that cuts productivity even more than simply lying awake in bed. But that's not the part I was talking about with the first sentence of the post. Go ahead and lecture me on sleep all you want, it's not like it will matter any more than all of the other advice that has not worked for one reason or another. There are ways that I know of to counteract lost sleep, that actually work for me for a while, but they are generally not worth the benefit and are either dangerous or unreliable in the long run.

[Terminal Est]

I think people like you and I just take sleep too seriously. XD I try not to think of it, because even if I were to kill myself, just to piss me off I would probably resurrect and not get any sleep.

Although working day shifts, surprisingly, as helped much, probably because I sleep at the same as everyone else...almost. Stupid upstairs neighbour raping her cat or whatever she does.

Also I had a dream about a HUGE dirigible. It was weird.

[Zotar]

Gah. Another... not necessarily disturbing dream, but quite unsettling.

Iv'e put it in a spoiler because the subject matter is anathema to Jet. I hope he's thankful the dream didn't happen to him.

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I am sitting on a bus staring out the window. I can hear some sort of Christian radio program going on. It's currently running a talk show and someone brings up the topic of Valentines day. All of a sudden a male host of the talkshow starts flirting with the female host. After this, The bus is stopped on a bridge over a river. Looking out I see a huge spiderweb, meters across with great beads or I guess plates of sticky clear liquid hang from every thread in every space. The web spans between the metal bridge supports.
Looking a the support beam toward the left of my field of vision, I see the spider, looking small with it legs bundled against itself at first. But then, unfurling its legs, it started moving across the web and I saw that it was huge. At least two feet across counting the legs. At some point the front legs are webbed together like batwings, but the details of the spider changed as I watched it. Dreams do that often. As I see this thing, I am describing it to the others on the bus. The thoughts in the dream only implied that there were others on the bus, I never actually saw anyone else as my attention was focused primarily on the spider. I think there was a girl sitting in the row behind me.
The bus started moving again. But I realize that the spider and it's web are no longer on the bridge but in fact on the window on the outside now. A second later, the spider was inside the glass and I feel dread of it come over me. Its on top of the row of seats in front of me, and crawling toward me. I cannot move. All I can do is think absurdly, "How did it get in?" I'm rooted to the spot, as I see the spider's mandibles and front pincers come terribly near my to my left leg. My heart is beating so hard that fortunately, I wake up before it does any harm other than freak me the heck out.

Though now I'm kinda curious what might have happened if m throbbing heart had not awoken me.
While I hate having spooky dreams, I'm pretty grateful for any dreams when they are vivid enough that I can describe them like this.

[JET73L]

Ugh, spiders. Thanks for spoilering that. Wasn't too bad, but the spoiler was certainly appreciated.

I've been dreaming off and on lately. My sleep schedule has been weird, trying to account for the internship at the same time as preparing for the weekend. Not much new, really, though I did have an extremely unpleasant dream on the fifteenth about Spider-Man

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gaining fire-spinning powers at the cost of producing spider-stickbug creatures that crawl out of his mouth and across his face under his mask, pressed against his face (possibly with their legs actually sticking into the skin) like some sort of freaky Shredder-half mask-bondage thing made of bugs. And crawling all over his skin, over the rest of the costume, but nowhere so concentrated as on his face.

Very unpleasant. And they were fireproof.

[Terminal Est]

I am no longer nocturnal...what is the word, diurnal?

Ew, dirunal.

Fucking sunlight. Get it off me!

[Son of Sephiroth]

quick before you get a tan! :O

I had a dream I was in a Church in the second world war during an air raid. We had to hide in the crypt below and someone complained we were disturbing the dead and I said "If these dead have any respect for themselves they'd be happy to protect us"

then I woke up as a bomb hit the church above.

[Tidus2791]

I guess one of the downsides to being one of the few people at work who can cover a night shift if someone is sick is that your sleeping schedule gets a bit messed up the next day. I'm working tomorrow morning but can't sleep because I slept most of today when I got home from work, gah. Ah well least the night pay is better and I get paid in ten minutes, bring on the weekend!

[Zotar]

Originally Posted by Terminal Est

I am no longer nocturnal...what is the word, diurnal?

Ew, dirunal.

Fucking sunlight. Get it off me!

Originally Posted by Son of Sephiroth

quick before you get a tan! :O

WIN!

Originally Posted by Son of Sephiroth

I had a dream I was in a Church in the second world war during an air raid. We had to hide in the crypt below and someone complained we were disturbing the dead and I said "If these dead have any respect for themselves they'd be happy to protect us"

then I woke up as a bomb hit the church above.

uh... WIN?


I've taken to keeping a personal journal. I had no idea I could write so much in just a few days... and I had no idea so much could happen to me in just a few days. I'm already up to 21 pages of hand-writing, and Iv'e only had the journal for a week. My story has only just begun and I feel as though my single subject spiral note-book isn't going to be big enough for it.

Something remarkable has been happening to me... The journal is helping me see that.