Night-outs in my Head

Right now, I'm MSG-ing out because Drew Roy didn't get the part of Gale so I'm focusing all the negative energy into recalling this morning's dream, which is probably one of the most infuriating dreams I have ever had.


Do you get those dreams that seem eerily true? I woke up to find my phone beeping for two SMS's from the unfortunate boy my bipolar pheromones scream for. I tried to stay cool so I went back to sleep. An hour later I woke up with nine o'clock sunlight lighting up my bedroom through my perfectly green curtains, checked my phone, and YES, I did get three messages, but neither of them were from him. Then I was thinking, Ah, scheiße (I curse in German when I'm groggy. How smooth is that?) I was dreaming.


I've had pre-REM dreams like that before. You're half-awake but your body doesn't move so your brain interprets it as deep sleep and unintentionally sends you off to your pathetic dreamland. Usually, you dream of doing stunts that challenge your bodily-kinesthetic skills and end up ruining your charisma, then your limbs suddenly jerk. That's called a myoclonus-- a sudden muscle spasm that occurs when you're asleep. When your body fails to budge after a long time, your brain sends signals (via your dreams) to your extremities telling them to move. And so your right arm flails all of a sudden or your left leg kicks the pillow you thought was a doughnut chasing you in your dream. The human brain is so fly.

I once dreamed of falling off a motorbike while driving it up a staircase. I woke up kicking gas molecules.