Thread: This week is gonna be the week. (1 week challenge)

Can do, Raven.

DAY 1:

Wow. This first night was, to put it nicely, a complete disaster. Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong.

So first up, I usually sleep from about 1 AM - 11 AM. I have an odd sleeping schedule, I know, but at least I've gotten it to be fairly consistent. So when I went to bed after unwillingly leaving #fun, I started out by saying my chosen mantra, "I lucid dream", and it was working fine. After about 30 repetitions, I started thinking of scary shit. We're talking White Face from imscared standing in the crack of my bedroom door, turning around to see bug-eyed monsters hanging on my bed, Jeff the Killer (scarred by screamer of days past), etc. etc. you get the point.

I told myself to start thinking of non-scary awesome things. I did. Angels taking me away from my bed... AND THEN DEVOURING MY FACE. Lying in a field of soft grass... AND THEN IT SUCKING ME IN AND KILLING ME. After a while of trying my hardest to dispel these unpleasant machinations of my mind, I succeeded. I thought about petting my dog, wonderful nice things, billiards pockets, interestingly enough. Scary thoughts = gone. "Good job, Spencer," I told myself. Now I could resume MILD. Cool, cool. Only now, I had a mixture of Waltz Op. 34, No. 1 (Chopin), Hungarian Dance No. 4 (Brahms), and Farandole (Bizet) stuck in my head. I had been playing a simplified version of all those songs for the piano that day. I had no choice but to try to match my mantra with the songs. As such, completing a full saying took much longer than previously. I don't think I pulled of the MILD portion of tonight very well. I fell asleep, 30 minutes after I was supposed to. Off to a bad start.

Remember those scary thoughts I was having? That never happens. Never. I also pretty much never have nightmares, or at least no more than once a year. So tonight of all nights, both had to happen. Since I can't link to my DJ, I'll just paraphrase my Counter Strike House of Horrors dream. I was playing real life CTF in giant pyramids, and crazy shit started to happen. Spooky school hallways, 30-year-old-men with no pupils, burlap shadow monsters, and generally freaky stuff. So I woke up at around 3:30 in the morning. I fell asleep again.

Next time I wake up, It's to my dog freakin out to her own dream in between my legs. She's breathing hard, her chest is pumping, I get a little worried, so I try to wake her up. Crisis averted.

I'm pretty sure I woke up at least one more time during the night, but I'll just skip to my alarm. I read that the best times to wake up for WBTB is either 4.5 hours into your sleep, or 6, so I set my alarm for 4:30 in the morning. I woke up to the alarm, as I had planned. I wrote down some notes for my CS Horror dream and replied to Raven's Intro thread. I again tried for MILD, but by this point I knew i had shattered all my chances for getting an LD tonight. I had my Target Antique Liquidation dream, and woke up this morning around 11:30.

Summary:

Tonight was a disastrous night for getting an LD. Scary thoughts kept me up for far longer than I had anticipated when I first tried to fall asleep. Those scary thoughts caused a subsequent nightmare. Several other times where I woke up during the night pretty much obliterated success for WBTB. I'd like to make an important note that I typically have long, uninterrupted nights of sleep. What happened tonight was an anomaly, and I'm a little upset that of all nights this had to happen, it had to be last night.

YA BLEW IT, BRAIN.

Oh well, better luck tonight, I suppose.