so i’ve done more than a little reading on the nature and function of sleep. last night was a doozie in terms of a firsthand experience on one of those theories.
saturday was a load of fun. tons of drinks, good friends, antics, and pay-per-view boxing. if Mayweather actually does retire, and not offer a rematch, i will be shocked to all hell. i wish Chavez had put his face through the canvas. for the record,
so remember how i mentioned ffxii? i finally got around the mechanics hitch i was having. i think i played like 12 hours yesterday. when i went to bed (at freakin quarter to three) i definitely knew that this game had grabbed me. however, as tired as i was, i could _not_ get to sleep. i kept thinking about all these things i had undone in life, and, gradually, came to realize the pattern they were coming at me from.
basically, i was weighing all the tangential thoughts i had over the course of the endless conversations between 1pm and 2am sat-sunday morning. this was mixed with some pretty heavy imagery, overlayered by final fantasy soundtracks. i was definitely not asleep – in fact, for one section of this, i actually lay awake watching my clock change from one minute to the next. this is the first time i have experienced lucid fragmentation. it is the act of knowing you are asleep, yet maintaining consciousness on some level _external_ to your dreams/sleep process.
it is something i have been trying to do, on and off, for almost six years. i have no idea why the video game combined with sleep dep kicked it off. it was an amazing feeling, being aware of inner space, as i had these flashes of color, smell, sound and image interlink and fade. i had almost total recall of where each series of images were originating in my conscious memory, and i could feel my head lightening the longer things went on.
tonight, i am joining
hope y’all had a good weekend.