Sleep is a very annoying but necessary thing. We need it to survive, for no apparent reason. Sleep deprivation can kill, and although your body feels recharged after sleep, brain activity in sleep is just as high as when you're awake. Dreams fill our sleep with bizarre images of other worlds, or freakishly twisted versions of our reality that can rang from embarrassing to just plane creepy. Our dreams can be our most sought after fantasies or our worst nightmares.
On days when I don't have to get up at six in the morning, I get ten+ hours of sleep every night. The summertime is a blessing for that reason: I can actually SLEEP. I wish school started later, I'm sure there would be a few Ds in our school that would be Cs or better with a few extra hours of sleep. I saw a piece on the news a while ago about a school that started at 9:30. I was so jealous. I don't have much of a sleep schedule- I'm up to 11 or later every night and then I occasionally crash at 7 when my body just can't take the abuse any longer. I wish I could go to bed earlier, I really do, but late at night is sometimes the only time I have to myself. This blog is also largely the reason why I haven't gotten much sleep lately, if you haven't noticed most of the posts were published at 10:30 or later. I've made it the first thing I do when I get home, however, so that maybe I'll get more sleep.
I've had some seriously strange dreams. Many of my best stories are based off of dreams. My fanfiction started with a dream about a Batman who wasn't quite Batman, as I've mentioned before, and so did my firt great endevor into the world of fiction: the Black Dog. The dream itself was a pretty typical 8-year-old nightmare, I was being chased by a clown and the Black Dog came out of nowhere to save me. That dream launched a six year struggle of epic proportions and a whole new part of my life. I don't miss those days. I thought I was going insane. Little did I know what the Black Dog would lead to.
Dreams are hard things to write about-because sometimes they can't be described with any language on Earth. Dreams are hard to draw as well. I've tried a few times, and while I have an aptitude for drawing the fantastic I can never seem to get the colors quite right. Neil Gaiman's Sandman is an interesting series about dreams. I warn you, though, the ending is absolutely devastating. I was grieving for months. I cried. I never cry over books. It was terrible.
I had a dream about a multi-dimensional world within the fabric of our universe (or at least that's the best way for me to describe it, it's still hard to grasp even after all this time) and it stuck in my head for months afterwards. I tried to write it down as a story for an English class, and I had a heck of a hard time trying to get it right. For one, I couldn't use the Black Dog as the main character because of the continuity I associate with him and because I'd ended his story a few months earlier and I didn't want to dig up his mangled corpse for another go. Let's just say that I didn't finish the story on time. It was a terrible experience, and even though the story ended up being fantastic I haven't even looked at it since. I couldn't get the dream right, but I did the best I could.
I'm going to go running now. Pray for me. I haven't run at all in six months.
/endrant
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