Sleep On My Head

The Flying Alarm Clock

2008-11-20T16:42:00.000-08:00

How clever! Whoever thought of this deserves.......I don't know....but they deserve something. When the alarm sounds, the top part connected to a propeller flies off and the alarm will not shut up until this piece (which may end up all the way across the room) is returned to the base. This means that you have to get your tail up out of the bed to retrieve it. And if you think you're going to just get back under covers and press snooze, I don't think so! After 7 minutes the alarm will sound again sending the propelled section flying for a second time! I call that tough love, man.

This little gadget would just annoy me now, but this is something I could have used in college. There were so many times then that I hit the snooze button 3 times only to just say "Psssh....I'm not going to class today....I'm sleepy." If only I could have been forced to sit up and put my feet on the floor, I would not have failed English the first time around for missing too many classes. *sigh*

Dreaming

2008-11-18T16:27:00.000-08:00

I like to dream, but I don't think I do it too often. Or maybe I do, and just don't remember. My dreams are usually very fluid. Most of the time, the characters end up morphing into other people by the end of the dream. A person starting out as Michael Jackson could end up being some random person that I know that looks nothing like him.

Also, in my dreams, when I'm trying to do anything manual, I can't do it---especially if I need to write something. I find myself sometimes trying desperately to form my name on paper and no matter how hard I try to concentrate I have to keep starting over.

Unless the dream has a distinct plot, I usually just remember flashes of different scenes.

Scene 1: I was being chased by someone. I ran down a staircase in a house to get away and when the person caught me, he used a knife to slash an "X" between my forefinger and thumb. I remember the phrase " X marks the human." There is someone in the news with the last name Hubin? Hubban? that I heard about in the background television noise, so I know where that came from. (That's another thing...sometimes my dreams follow along with whatever is happening on the TV).

Scene 2: I was talking with an old elementary school classmate. That's it.

Scene 3: I was trying to drive a car. Like anything that requires coordination, this proved difficult, so I was having a hard time controlling the car. I remember making a right turn and practically hitting a vehicle leaving that street.

So I don't think last night's dreams were cohesive enough for me to make draw any conclusions.

Sleep on My Head--The Intro

2008-11-17T18:56:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone. On any given day, I'd say that I don't have anything special to offer. I don't have a social life, I don't really have hobbies, I don't really have a favorite anything. I can say, however, that I like to write and I love to sleep! Yes, I love sleep, I love to dream, I love pajamas, I love blankets, I love pillows, I love things that help me sleep comfortably. With this blog I plan to share my thoughts on all things sleep-related. Products, amateur dream interpretation, product reviews, sleep methods, etc.

Although I have a fond appreciation for slumbering, unless I’m really deprived, sleep does not come to me easily. I’ve always been the one left to listen to the snores and grunts of the others in my household in the wee hours of the morning. It does not help any that I work second shift and that I sleep with the television on. Second shift has it’s benefits (sleeping in, hello?), but I feel like I waste my whole day because I stay awake practically all night long and then sleep until noon-ish and go to work again. Then there’s the TV. It sometimes serves as background fuzz that helps me doze off, but other times it’s a distraction. Yet, when it is a distraction I usually do not turn it off unless I have some music playing or something. I think I’m scared of the dark. Nah, I’m not afraid of the dark, but it’s kind of scary to be alone with my own thoughts. When it’s so silent, anything (ghosts, spirits, random bumps) is liable to make some kind of noise to scare me. Once when I was a kid and in that state between sleep and consciousness, I heard something whisper my name. Of course that could have just been in my head, but I don’t ever want to have to wonder again.

Until next time…..sweet dreams.