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Nov 18, 2005
The odd thing about sleep, that I notice on occasion, is that usually you have some idea about how long you've slept. Even though you've been out of it, you're still aware of the time going by. Usually not in any exact scale but more in terms of 'long' or 'short' in relation to about 6 hours.. anything less than 6 hours is 'short', anything more is 'long'. But then on occasion, there are days where I wake up and I have no idea how long I've slept. It seems to happen more often on days where I'm trying to adjust my sleep schedule in one way or another. This was one of those days. I went to bed fairly early by my standards, knocking out at 11:30pm. I wake up and look at my clock.. 4:30. OMFG, I've got an interview at 6pm. Cripes, how did I sleep through the entire day?? Then I notice the little dot signifying AM. Oh. It had felt like I had slept for a 'long' time, but really it had been rather 'short'.

I heard it said somewhere, that you can't read in dreams. Something about it being left brain/right brain operation or some such. If anyone knows anything about this, I'd love to know. I can't count how many times I've proved it wrong in my dreams. As the people who know me know, I have weird dreams. They aren't just weird, though. They're bizarro weird dreams. They usually end up forming as a collection of scenes, pulled from different movies and glued together with magical dream plot glue. As you would expect by such a process, they don't often make sense. Tonight I was a dog that was racing across the hills in order to get to Grover's starwars RPG game so I could play my jedi warrior called 'Monk Cash'. I kid you not. For some reason, dream-me named my character 'Monk Cash'. Now the neat part of this, is in about a month, I'm going to be playing in Grover's Starwars RPG game, and I'm in fact making a jedi character. I'm wondering to myself if I should name him Monk Cash, because as of yet, the character is unnamed. It had the feeling of one of those prescient dreams, I get those on occasion too, but there were people there that shouldn't be able to be there, so I'm questioning the prescientness of it. I think it more likely to lend the feeling to the fact that I read the Dune trilogy this week. In any case... 'Monk Cash'?.
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