Speaking of my phlegmatic stupor, its what happened as a consequence of me
1. Taking two pills in a futile bid to make my nose stop tormenting me.
2. Going to bed at 5.30 waking up at eight and going back to bed at 9.30
Who knows why but I just couldn't get to sleep properly. I had originally just planned for a one hour nap, but I just tossed and turned until six thirty, did the same for one more hour and then just lay there awake but resting until eight.
After eating dinner and doing a token bit of math problems before I realised my brain wasn't up to it, I decided to just go back to bed and catch a football match at 3. Bad mistake.
Turns out I couldn't get to sleep properly either. I drifted in and out of a light sleep, constantly interrupted by the sound of people moving around outside, into my room and stuff. It was horrible cause I spent a long time at the border of consciousness, resting but yet not asleep.
I was in my "backache" curing position, which I realised was perhaps a little too uncomfortable for me to get to sleep that night, but sleeping on my usual right or even the left didn't help at all. Time and time again I would find myself having to "wake up" just to shift position. The blankets weren't helping, it got too cold, stuff like that.
In the end i just lay on my back and started counting. This was at 10.30. Somehow I drifted into a weird state, half dreaming half not, and I saw a body of a black woman beside me on my bed between me and the wall on my right.
Yeah, I didn't scream because hey, I wasn't thinking straight, half dream you see. But yet I was still looking at my room. Yeah, my eyes were open don't ask me why. I suddenly had the notion, hey why not I touch it, just for fun. So I reached over to touch it, and guess what, I couldn't move.
Suddenly it struck me, hey you know what, thats a BODY.
And that's kinda you know, scary shit and all and I started freaking out.
Plus I couldn't move.
(Yeah sleep paralysis, sucks)
In the end I got so desperate I managed to mumble out the Lord's Prayer(my tongue was half working) and I watched as it materialised into a cloaked figure and became one with my cupboard.
it was 11.30
The rest of the night was just as unrestful and in the end I got up at 3 cause I couldn't stand it anymore but I realised the internet was off and I wasn't going to be able to watch shit.
So I just played football manager until 6.30
I was not going back to sleep.
Well at 6.30 I tried, ended up just staring at the ceiling till 7 or so.
And this is why, I hate my nose.
Labels: dreams, myself, nightmares
