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Weird sleep night
Feb. 28th, 2008 06:44 amI was extremely tired yesterday afternoon, so I decided to go to bed a few hours early. Which is to say, 4pm early. When I woke up later my clock said 7pm and the sky was very slightly light, so I made what seemed like a reasonable deduction at the time, that I'd been so tired that I'd somehow slept 15 hours without waking up enough to remember sometime in the middle. An hour and a half later after having had breakfast and sitting on the computer checking blogs and so forth I realised that a) I was getting more tired, not less, which is not what usually happens when I sleep for stupidly long periods of time, and b) the sky outside was darker, not lighter than previous. Sure enough, it was actually 7pm, and I went back to bed to try to get the rest of my sleep. I woke up again after another 5 hour block, and then again after that.
But in the last two blocks of sleep my subconscious saw fit to plot out part of a fantasy story. Most of it has already faded but I think I was on the run from people who were killing those close to me and were looking for me too, and my close friend/relation joined me after they nearly caught him too. The place we fled from was pretty much a poverty stricken village or similar, because on the bus into the city (yeh my subconscious decided to be inconsistent in keeping the fantasy setting; also the money was Australian dollars and cents) we had trouble counting the money we'd picked up due to the fact that seeing money was so rare and we didn't know so well which denominations were which. I had some other people helping me too, although I don't remember how I knew them or why they were helping me. There were these spiritual costume things which doubled as tapestries. And right near the end this lord, who happened to be one of the people who was trying to kill us, came to our house and demanded we swear fealty to him, so I wore one of the spirit costume things to be less recognisable and we swore fealty to him so that he would go away without hurting us.
I find this interesting partly because my subconscious is much better at coming up with stuff like this than I am, and that most of the dreams I remember tend to be about fantasy stories and/or gaming. It's almost enough for me to think that if I need to be creative I should spend most of my time lazing around in bed :p
But in the last two blocks of sleep my subconscious saw fit to plot out part of a fantasy story. Most of it has already faded but I think I was on the run from people who were killing those close to me and were looking for me too, and my close friend/relation joined me after they nearly caught him too. The place we fled from was pretty much a poverty stricken village or similar, because on the bus into the city (yeh my subconscious decided to be inconsistent in keeping the fantasy setting; also the money was Australian dollars and cents) we had trouble counting the money we'd picked up due to the fact that seeing money was so rare and we didn't know so well which denominations were which. I had some other people helping me too, although I don't remember how I knew them or why they were helping me. There were these spiritual costume things which doubled as tapestries. And right near the end this lord, who happened to be one of the people who was trying to kill us, came to our house and demanded we swear fealty to him, so I wore one of the spirit costume things to be less recognisable and we swore fealty to him so that he would go away without hurting us.
I find this interesting partly because my subconscious is much better at coming up with stuff like this than I am, and that most of the dreams I remember tend to be about fantasy stories and/or gaming. It's almost enough for me to think that if I need to be creative I should spend most of my time lazing around in bed :p
