Sleep is a yummy thing for me. But I am not lazy. My objective is to sleep sound and wakeup fresh. Given an opportunity I would like to sleep extra. I can be awake at late hours but can not get up early if it’s a holiday.
Back in those glory days of childhood dad or mom used to shake me awake. Most irritatingly they even never let me sleep on Sundays too. But then I never complained because Sundays in the early hours there used to be my most favorite HE-MAN show on TV
The worst phase in my life was in one of my previous employments. I worked in night shifts for two straight years. It made my looks converted in to nocturnal. I heeded not the warnings of people around as I felt so good at night working plagued with no day related problems. By the time I realized I gambled with my health I started looking like a walking cadaver.
Then there was a brief respite of nothing ness. It was utter vacuum. I resigned my job just liek that and I slept as if I was mummified. I used to get up drowsy and again longed to sleep. It ran for a few weeks and ultimately I felt disgusted with my own self. I wanted to change the entire background. I just left my place and traveled long to this place where I am now.
For the first two years I worked in a factory and used to live in the same premise. Sleep was a torture there as twenty mechanical and hydraulic presses relentlessly worked round the clock creating an incessant miniature earthquake. But after a while my body realized the futility of reacting to unfavorable conditions and instead merged itself neatly in to what’s available. I used to sleep on a wooden plank. Actually a door… that removed from door frame.
I hate anything soft beneath me. I can never ever get sleep if I were to sleep on a mattress. For some reason this started since childhood. I don’t even use a bed sheet. I just sleep on a straw mat and drift leisurely in to the abyss of sleep. If its cold or if my pleasure is invaded by mosquitoes, I use a bed sheet otherwise I sleep just like that. It makes me feel that I am in sync with nature. And I am sure I can sleep anywhere with no compunctions.
I love winters. They are too comfortable as I snuggle in bed sheets. But again I observed something. I never protect myself from cold completely. I mean… while I cover myself in thick blankets, the insulation between me and the floor is just a thin straw mat that unabatedly passes the cold. While my spine shivers, my chest is lulled to sleep in warmth. It’s a funny feeling… some times it’s a masochistic feeling too.
I realized something with my sleep postures. When I was young I used to sleep on my tummy and later realized that it is bad. My own weight used to constrict the expansion of lungs and breathing used to go erratic. And insufficient oxygen intake used to affect brain and I used to feel numb.
Now I sleep like… how do I put it?? Yes… I sleep like Leonardo Da Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man” Try this out. It really works. And stretch your four limbs as much as you can in the direction they are pointing at. And suddenly go slack as if the stings of a puppet were snapped off. Inhale deeply and exhale slowly
This method relaxes the body very much and I drift in to sleep like a baby.
And I am not that intense in my sleep too. My senses are coiled like a rattle snake. Any tiny sound how ever insignificant it is... if it fits not the ambience of my surroundings. Some times I suddenly open my eyes in complete awareness…blink and turn to scan my room. Sharpen my ears to listen further. Once I feel I can go back to sleep… I go back to sleep almost immediately.
And after joining this job I started sleeping for almost 16 hours minimum on Sundays. While I was at PG… that’s paying guest accommodation… there used to be some noise because of my other room mates. Now I rented my own room and I am the kind of my own drowsiness.
I do not know what to say about dreams. Either my sleep is dream less or filled with dreams that are totally disconnected. For some reason majority of my dreams are horror dreams. I am not sure if I need some psychiatric assistance, but one out of dreams and sleep, I feel not inadequate in anyway.
And I love sleep for another reason. It is the only relaxant to me when I suffer migraine. I have been suffering from margarine since childhood and nothing worked for me. The only thing that cured my excruciating pain is sleep. I will push myself deep in to darkness and silence. Sleep is wonderfully soothing and relaxing
Back in those glory days of childhood dad or mom used to shake me awake. Most irritatingly they even never let me sleep on Sundays too. But then I never complained because Sundays in the early hours there used to be my most favorite HE-MAN show on TV
The worst phase in my life was in one of my previous employments. I worked in night shifts for two straight years. It made my looks converted in to nocturnal. I heeded not the warnings of people around as I felt so good at night working plagued with no day related problems. By the time I realized I gambled with my health I started looking like a walking cadaver.
Then there was a brief respite of nothing ness. It was utter vacuum. I resigned my job just liek that and I slept as if I was mummified. I used to get up drowsy and again longed to sleep. It ran for a few weeks and ultimately I felt disgusted with my own self. I wanted to change the entire background. I just left my place and traveled long to this place where I am now.
For the first two years I worked in a factory and used to live in the same premise. Sleep was a torture there as twenty mechanical and hydraulic presses relentlessly worked round the clock creating an incessant miniature earthquake. But after a while my body realized the futility of reacting to unfavorable conditions and instead merged itself neatly in to what’s available. I used to sleep on a wooden plank. Actually a door… that removed from door frame.
I hate anything soft beneath me. I can never ever get sleep if I were to sleep on a mattress. For some reason this started since childhood. I don’t even use a bed sheet. I just sleep on a straw mat and drift leisurely in to the abyss of sleep. If its cold or if my pleasure is invaded by mosquitoes, I use a bed sheet otherwise I sleep just like that. It makes me feel that I am in sync with nature. And I am sure I can sleep anywhere with no compunctions.
I love winters. They are too comfortable as I snuggle in bed sheets. But again I observed something. I never protect myself from cold completely. I mean… while I cover myself in thick blankets, the insulation between me and the floor is just a thin straw mat that unabatedly passes the cold. While my spine shivers, my chest is lulled to sleep in warmth. It’s a funny feeling… some times it’s a masochistic feeling too.
I realized something with my sleep postures. When I was young I used to sleep on my tummy and later realized that it is bad. My own weight used to constrict the expansion of lungs and breathing used to go erratic. And insufficient oxygen intake used to affect brain and I used to feel numb.
Now I sleep like… how do I put it?? Yes… I sleep like Leonardo Da Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man” Try this out. It really works. And stretch your four limbs as much as you can in the direction they are pointing at. And suddenly go slack as if the stings of a puppet were snapped off. Inhale deeply and exhale slowly
This method relaxes the body very much and I drift in to sleep like a baby.
And I am not that intense in my sleep too. My senses are coiled like a rattle snake. Any tiny sound how ever insignificant it is... if it fits not the ambience of my surroundings. Some times I suddenly open my eyes in complete awareness…blink and turn to scan my room. Sharpen my ears to listen further. Once I feel I can go back to sleep… I go back to sleep almost immediately.
And after joining this job I started sleeping for almost 16 hours minimum on Sundays. While I was at PG… that’s paying guest accommodation… there used to be some noise because of my other room mates. Now I rented my own room and I am the kind of my own drowsiness.
I do not know what to say about dreams. Either my sleep is dream less or filled with dreams that are totally disconnected. For some reason majority of my dreams are horror dreams. I am not sure if I need some psychiatric assistance, but one out of dreams and sleep, I feel not inadequate in anyway.
And I love sleep for another reason. It is the only relaxant to me when I suffer migraine. I have been suffering from margarine since childhood and nothing worked for me. The only thing that cured my excruciating pain is sleep. I will push myself deep in to darkness and silence. Sleep is wonderfully soothing and relaxing
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