Yesterday was Sunday. It was a LAZY Sunday. I did absolutely no homework. I stayed up till midnight to wish my girlfriend a happy 7-month anniversary. I texted her and posted on her Facebook wall. It was worth staying up, even if she fell asleep before I did. (Haha, I'm just glad she got more sleep than I did for once.)
It took me a while to finally pass out. I had an unanswered text and unfinished homework on my mind. The prefix "-un" makes me crazy. But once I finally fell asleep, that's all that mattered...SLEEP.
I suppose I had a tough time getting to sleep because I had taken two or three naps earlier. (Haha, ya think?!) Like I said, lazy. Sunday.
ANYWAY I awoke this morning with several crazy dreams reverberating up there. One moment I was at work, watching a scary movie with my manager on break, in the middle of the floral department. The next moment I was at a music store playing some kind of "virtual drumset." Also, I vividly remember the scary I movie I was watching at work. (This is all the dream, of course.) The movie, "Are You Afraid of the Dark" (which is actually the name of a real movie I have yet to see), was about a crazy lady who shot people. (Not to sound like a 4-year-old.) Then somewhere in the back of my mind, the plot elaborated into something about Mother Time reclaiming her children from an alternate timeline after a nasty divorce (with Father Time, of course). The children were future doctors, motivational speakers, etc., who would come to cure AIDS, save lives, and be remarkable people in the future. But their future was reversed when Father Time took them away. They were ommitted from their natural existence and positioned in a void world.
Something tells me I should start jotting this down. (Oh wait...) But this isn't the first time this has happened. I've conjoured up other ideas, all inspired by dreams. I almost want to experiment with it...Try sleeping after eating different foods, undergoing different experiences, etc. Your thoughts can allow you to capture raw and insane subconscious moments of genius, but only when I'm sleeping. (Haha, when I'm awake, nothing...)
Anyway, besides the fact that I absolutely love sleeping, I take naps for inspiration. I go to sleep to see what's really going on up there. Because that thing about only 10% of your brain being used in the daytime. It's kind of true. The other 90% is what makes the Spielbergs, the JJ Abrams, and the Stephen Kings. I'm by far none of those, but I enjoy seeing what my strange mind throws up. It's a healing method, for mental insanos like myself. Take Naps. Have Dreams. Write Books.
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