I think, actually, that waking up out of a dead (stages 3-4) sleep is interrupting the sleep cycle -- night terrors, or the really sludgified brain of the shocked-out-of-the-deep.
When you sleep, you go way down deep, then slowly surface, in a 4-stage cycle several times per night. Remembering your dreams is just a sign of your dream cycle occurring in a relatively shallow state of sleep: the upper levels of stage 1, right up close to wakefulness. Lots of people wake up twice or thrice a night (yours truly), and that's reasonably normal, as long as they get enough deep sleep in between wakings-up.
When you say than an exhausted person slept without dreaming, that's usually literally true: the person is charging up on stage 4 sleep, and dreaming is sort of bells-and-whistles compared to that.
Is now the time to bring up the (incredibly rare) prion disease Familial Fatal Insomnia? It's been proved that lack of sleep can be fatal in humans, although the way the disease progresses it's not a "300 hours without sleep!" thing so much as less and less sleep every night for many months, till secondary illnesses and insanity kick in.
I'm going with sofa, tv, and pizza I just got delivered. I faked that I ordered in just in case my suitcase got here when I was out (stupid airline), but really it's because I'm lazy.
The killing whoozit picture cracks me up every time.
Can you use that dermaglue and then put makeup over it? Someone got between gravity and a cat and is now sporting a slash under my eye. It was a very close call.
Today was Discover I Have No Money day, which led to Going To The Gym Instead Of Shopping day, and later will be See Sweeney Todd On Broadway Night.
And I have Monday off! Woot!
[Oh, and also Watch SGA While Painting My Nails Afternoon. That was fun.]
Today: curled up with coffee (yay having bought fresh dairy last night!), kitties, TiFaux and too many dvds, sneezing into really nicely scented tissues (what *were* they nestled against in the closet?) and freaking out that mom is going to be here in the morning. I guess that means later today means cleaning at least a TON.
I like remembering my dreams, fucked up as they often are. Though the recent distressing dreams can clear out just the moment my mind has worked through whatever it is chewing on currently.
Someone got between gravity and a cat and is now sporting a slash under my eye. It was a very close call.
Cripes! I really need to trim the kittenish's daggers before sarameg and I are comparing dermaglue notes. Is your eye okay?????
Nutty, how has Familiar Fatal Insomnia not made it onto the medical shows? Seems like perfect medical drama fodder.
Yeah, she missed the eye. Did give me a moment of why cats?! but... Avoid vacuuming the closet when there is a nervous cat perched on the shelves above. She leaped and hit the hangers, bounced into me flailing and then fell in the laundry basket.
Bah, hit the wrong thing. The scratch isn't that bad, just in a bad place.
Good to know. See? This is why I suspect vacuuming can kill or damage you.
I'm glad she missed your eye. Way too close a call.
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Mom just called to say that, no, she wasn't coming down this afternoon after all. Um?????? It *is* this afternoon. Did I miss a memo? (Actually a voice mail, it turns out.)
She's coming down tomorrow morning. I need to vacuum and am now afeared.
Last week's Dilberts have reminded me of shrift. Today's referenced
pandas
and now I am just wigged uncomfortably. A little to Natter-y.
