Have you ever woken up and thought, “Crap, I need to get up for work! How many times have I hit snooze?” Then you roll over and see it’s only 1:40, and you’re not even halfway through all the sleeping? That happened to me last night. It was awesome.
I also dreamt of iminlikewithyou.com. Is that worse than dreaming of Twitter?
I’m starting to think that my recent fatigue may not be the cause of too much sleep after all. I’ve been having some crazy-ass dreams lately. I won’t bore you with the details (because really, no one wants to hear about other peoples’ dreams unless they’re a psychiatrist, and that’s only because they’re being paid). Last night’s episode featured a full cast, including Nim, Heewa (we joined a frat together), Govind (he wanted to join the frat), BP, Heise (he got deported), Schmitty (didn’t get deported, but I thought he did), Rhubarb, Dan Lee, some guy from my high school that might be named Tom (I can’t remember), Miss Baer (an English teacher from high school), and a girl that I barely recognized, but she knew me. I wish I could remember more about her, because I’m curious if it really was someone from my past that I just couldn’t place when I saw here in my dream. I’m also wondering if she called me Randy or Brock - what does my subconscious think of me as?
I wake up tired every day because I’ve spent the night running around campus and joining frats. Based on years of exhaustive study, I know that my dreaming patterns are inversely proportional the amount I’ve been drinking lately: if it’s been a dry month, I’ll dream a lot. A month into fall, after everyone has come back and thrown parties, my subconscious has given up. Obviously, this provides a simple solution, but I’m not sure I want to cure dreams by killing off brain cells.
On the other hand, it did work for anxiety.
