LukeSid

Still WILD’ing noon and night. Trying to find the REM “sweet spot” that allegedly exists sometime “late noon to early evening” (There’s a micro-window for you) Also, tried to WBTB + WILD on my favourite spot, the comfy recliner at about 6.30 am after abandoning the attempt in my bedroom.

I don’t like WILDing there…somehow it doesn’t feel comfortable…too cramped. Secretly, I’ve always felt it’s haunted by the ghost of a young girl who was murdered by the previous owner. OK, I’m a writer but I’ve seen her in a hypnagogic vision…well that’s my story, and I certainly wouldn’t bother expanding it into a novel.

As always, I can feel my shrunken brain trying hard to assemble a dream. (Yep, our brains shrink apparently, between youth and old age…mine’s probably walnut-sized by now) I have to remember what I’ve put it through these past few weeks. There it was dozing, in its now-echoing cranial cavity, when I started giving it hell.

I now realise that, if I decided to tone my body up, I would have to start gently and gradually increase the pace. It never occurred to me that my brain would probably also need a graduated workout…and the way I’ve felt these past few weeks is all the reminder I really need. Gently does it.

Still, I got two dreams last night and pinned down 5.40 and 8.40am as end-of-REM cycles

Dream 1. Supposedly my family, but a hybrid of them and work acquaintances plus a celebrity off the TV. It involved trying to teach someone catering and leaving them in charge while I napped…then justifying that to “relatives”

Dream 2. Flying is back! (a recurrent dream from a few years ago) This time flying through an underground facility then hitting problems trying to fly the last few feet to a window of perhaps a control room (the limited height thing again)

Dreams awash with DreamSigns but no matter…my brain’s still tying to cope with Wild’ing so it’s probably too much to expect it to whisper prompts from the wings.