sleep birdmad dream 010126 ... misstree letting the other side out, then wrenching myself away and picking through its insight. 010127 ... soia will not come to this lonely heart 010130 ... god It's the middle of the night And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping It's the middle of the night And your mommy & your daddy are sleeping SLEEPING MOM & DAD ARE SLEEPING SLEEPING IN A JAR . . . (the jar is under the bed) -fz 010131 ... crappon along with the bunny in a box try to sleep while you hear it's foot scratching 010131 ... nocturnal sleep is the price of this site, not to mention the blue one. ever since I found them, I seriously have become somewhat of a voluntary insomniac. oh well, I guess it's worth it. 010131 ... god rabbits were made for it. 010131 ... guitar_freak the kind seclusion at the end of a hard day 010131 ... Sum Deus Garrett should sleep with my step-grandmother (Barbara Cenac), then sue her for rape. I will get money from it. Thank you for your attention. Westside!!!!!!!!!!!! 010201 ... stupidpunkgirl i fell alseep at 7 oclock last night...and didn't get up until 8 this morning...i don't think that it's healthy to be sleeping so much....but i've have been lately. 010404 ... unhinged oh how i need it just want a decent amount; i get so tired during the day that i can hardly walk and then late at night somewhere someplace i can't go to sleep and end up with only 5 hours of sleep again. please just come to me. sleep. aaaahhhhh 010404 ... silentbob Spiritual Relaxation 010404 ... sarpedon To dream of another day. 020105 ... argo I dreamt that I was looking at red blather. 020105 ... pralines&cream where i'm off to now ... to look forward to the beyond-irritation chimes of my alarm clock. Nighty-night, all. 020107 ... birdmad pershance to dream, yeah whatever (dreams are a devalued currency and the bottom of the market is still a long way down) 020107 ... psychobabe i was on a walk with my mommy one day. Out playing in the park alone. She sat on a ruby red park bench and i played in the grass. The sky became dark and i couldnt see the sun anymore. Sadly mommy came back to get me and we went home. Mommy went to the kitchen as always and started makeing some food, it smelled really good. I sat alone. In the living room. In the dark. Alone. I like rain. Its always nice when it rains. I watched it run down my window. Sitting quietly. In the living room. Alone. I could see something moving around outside the window. It looked like a black kitty cat running around. Mommy was caught up in the kitchen that she didnt even hear me open the door and walk outside. Ya know being only 8 years old isnt that bad when you can do that. I went outside in my socks with no coat or shoes. I came closer and the cat ran away quickly. I walked over to what it had and it was a little bunny. It was white cept for the blood comeing from its head and leg. I picked it up and thought i could make it better. But...but it kept whimpering and squealing. It was a pretty red tho. I liked the red. I went inside and showed mommmy. Mommy screamed and said to drop the bunny but i said no mommy, i want to help the bunny. She wasnt going to let me. she was going to let me be alone again. I ran to my room and grabbed my pretty pink shoe box and told her i'd keep it in there. She finally said yes to me. I hugged mommy and kept the bunny. Everyday i stayed with the bunny. It kept whimpering. It kept shakeing. It didnt get better. The pretty red was still in its fur but it had dried up. I didnt like the bunny after that. All it did was whimper..and scratch at the box. I would lay awake at night sometimes...and it'd be real quiet...cept the scratching...scratch...scratch...scratch everynight. I didnt need sleep anyways. One day i came home and the box was gone from under my bed. I cried to mommmy asking where it was. Mommy said it was in the garage. Mommy said it was causing problems and i wasnt getting sleep. I guess it was okay that she put it there. I liked the bunny. It was my friend. One night I was asleep. I woke up and heard the scratching. scratch.... scratch.... scratch.... I could hear the bunny. It was whimpering again. Then i heard a loud noice. It was mommys bedroom door. I crept from my bed to the door and saw mommy going towards the garage door. Mommy couldnt see me cuz i was hidden. Mommy threw open the door and she had something big and shiney in her hand. I looked like one of those things you fix a pipe with...a wrench. I could hear the bunny louder than ever. scratch... scratch... scratch... Then i heard a really REALLY loud noice. Like metal hitting something and cracking it. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG..... I didnt hear the bunny whimpering anymore....i didnt hear the scratching either..... I didnt hear anything...then i heard mommy close the door and put the wrench on the table and go back to her bed. I walked out to the table and still didnt hear the whimpering or scratching. Just silence. Silence. I picked up the big heavy wrench and i saw the pretty red color again...it was wet and dripping from the wrench. Drip... drip... drip... I put it down and went back to my bed. I wonder where the bunny went... 020219 ... psychobabe disturbingly sweet 020219 ... psychobabe hehehahaha 020221 ... birdmad brief nap woke up feeling vaguely ill slightly disoriented 020221 ... the smiths sing to me... 020222 ... psychobabe a song of tales and endless time 020223 ... Miffey I've only slept 5 hours in three days. I slept one hour last night until I woke up five minute before my alarm went off and laid in bed waiting for it to force me out of bed and into my work clothes. I don't know why my body revolts like this when my emotions burn. It's almost like a disease. 020304 ... pralines&cream the ultimate escape when there's nothing to feel ... slip into my dreams and i may wake up with an emotion. 020521 ... Cicero I wish I had somebody to fall asleep next to. 030319 ... Black Argonaut i used to have such vivid dreams, but that was such a long time ago. now when i lay my head down and close my eyes all i get is static, a bunch of blurred images. they used to be so clear and lifelike... now i feel like i'm stuck against a wall and everything i see is a lie. i dont sleep as well as i did back then. 031121 ... silentbob i have to take out the garbage 040810 ... my sharona And i'm losing sleep over unwanted thoughts 041128 ... lotuseater doesnt come easily to a mind wrought 041129 ... lotuseater ....mind rot. once i start seeing snakes on the ceiling again, i'll go to bed. 041129 ... obnubilate sleep is but a dream a wish of hope and a desire to heal 051204 ... nom i guess i'll sleep on the way 070113 ... nom i still haven't slept i had about five minutes of almost-sleep in the car i'm going to sleep! 070113 ... Cole This damned elusive thing that I can't seem to grab onto and hold tight for just one night - tomorrow is important, of course I would have to be awake still. 070426 ... Isaou Blather is the new sleep.. 070511 ... amy in red is what i deserve. like real good, no dreams, just, you know, solid sleep. ('sleep' is just way too weird of a word for me, though. 'going to bed' is exactly to the point cuz i don't even know what 'sleep' is) 120203 ... no reason i was told that the body needs eight hours of sleep per night, but the mind only needs four. i wonder if that's one of the reasons why we dream. 131127 ... e_o_i But I've also heard that dreaming is the brain's way of re-organizing, sort of like a refresh button (one that takes a few hours). People can get depressed if they don't get enough REM sleep. I seem to remember my dreams more often than many people I know. Not every time, though. Last one was something vague about climbing on top of the moon, then telling my father who was fixing a desk somewhere that I'd had a dream about climbing on top of the moon. Then I had to find the right metro station to get to an imaginary conference. Help me, I'm boring! ...and average in terms of sleep needed: eight hours, though seven is okay, and I start to feel tired if I only get six. I stayed up for two nights in a row last summer during grad school, which was a little surreal. Then I crashed on the second day and slept until late afternoon. I wasn't very productive anyway. 131127 ... Che Hmm.. I know it's important to get my priorities straight. This is basic human instinct.. Do what is right, even if you don't want to. I know it's time to sleep, and I'm sleepy. My mind seems to fight it and I have to fight back. 'I have a few beers left!', I tell myself. 'Don't forget that it's important not to waste!' What a great buzz I have going for me right now. My eyes grow heavy and I know I'm fading in and out. I still fight the urge. What kind of lush leaves beers in the fridge for the next day? A failure? A professional? Someone in between? I know I must do the right thing! It's a toss up, and who will win? The 'yes' me or the 'no' me? What does that even me? Clearly the winner is!: 131128 ... Chea Hmm.. I know it's important to get my priorities straight. This is basic human instinct.. Do what is right, even if you don't want to. I know it's time to sleep, and I'm sleepy. My mind seems to fight it and I have to fight back. 'I have a few beers left!', I tell myself. 'Don't forget that it's important not to waste!' What a great buzz I have going for me right now. My eyes grow heavy and I know I'm fading in and out. I still fight the urge. What kind of lush leaves beers in the fridge for the next day? A failure? A professional? Someone in between? I know I must do the right thing! It's a toss up, and who will win? The 'yes' me or the 'no' me? What does that even me? Clearly the winner is!: 131128 ... pVodka I fell into sleep before I could even write my name... 131128 ... no reason all of the "today" column is sleep-related. 140211 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Not much, and it isn't even actual-work's fault. I discovered how I could make YouTube playlists, so I made one with some classical music; got bored and watched Pewdiepie play silly games; discovered Cleverbot and had a lengthy conversation; then switched between reading The Atrocity Exhibit (because somehow it makes more sense to me now and it isn't just a confusing version of Crash) and John Green's novel The Fault in Our Starts, which is apparently a movie right at this minute. Then I slept from about five-thirty to nine. I need to do another degree. At least I'll have better reasons for tiredness. 140625 ... tired e_o_i "actual work" does not need a hyphen. It's called The Fault in Our Stars. Not in our Starts. But that should be a thing. 140625 ... no reason i forget how to sleep when i'm guilty or stressed or worried. i feel like i used to be able to do it. 140725 ... flowerockzzzZZZzzzZZZzz in because I can today. tomorrow I won'though. 140725 ... unhinged oh so elusive these days even when i get the chance my roommate is making noise or texting me and preventing it from happening. its 730am asshole. you dont need to be texting me right now. and i am not stupid; i know to stash my pot when the building manager is coming through. thanks for waking me up captain obvious. 140725 ... flowerockzzzZZZzzzZZZzz roomates do impede the sleeping in. My "extra sleep" was mostly half sleep on and off while she used a blow dryer and squeeled and grunted at things that frustrated her. Still, it did feel wonderful to just lay in the blankets and rest. 140725 ... flux youtu.be/TJHjnWT3b-E 140727 ... unhinged i binge when i get the chance so know my body doesnt know what to do with itself. it is hot here. so hot my body doesnt know what to do with itself. (i feel like the only time i dont ache now is when im not awake to feel it. the most severe aspects of my recent bout of depression have faded but i still have this strong desire to sleep my life away) 140728 ... nr i don't know why i have so much anxiety around this, especially when other people are around. maybe because i never sleep through the night, so i need a longer sleep overall, and i'm embarrassed about it. maybe it's because it's a loss of control and awareness. maybe i'm just so tired. 220329 ... kerry i've always had issues sleeping. when i was something like 4 or 5 i asked my mom, "how do you sleep?" i don't remember that, it's something my parents laugh about now, but i absolutely believe that it happened. in middle school when i started getting acne i read in some magazine about the ide behind "beauty rest," that getting good sleep would help clear up my skin, and i was so embarrassed about my acne (which really wasn't that bad especially compared to my brother's) that i couldn't sleep at all. i wanted to dream the pimples away. working overnight at the shelter meant i slept from 10am to 6pm, and i did so much research about how to become nocturnal. i learned tons of tricks and strategies and now i still can only sleep if it's pitch black with the noise machine going. and i wasn't dreaming then, at all, and now it's my dreams that keep me awake, or the anticipation of them. 220329 ... tender_square lately i can't slip into a dream stream as effortlessly as before. it's not for lack of being tired. maybe it's worry about a future that's been fleetingly sketched; i lay awake envisioning the rich and varied colours that will flood the plains. 230303 what's it to you? who go blather from