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I don't know what it is, but there doesn't have to be a reason anyways... I could go off on a Billy Joel rant from this point, and that might cheer me up...but I just don't know. Does anyone have some level of understanding of something pertaining to something like something that resembles pre-vacation blues or something?
Remember the Scott Expedition, of which three members died 100 years ago today
"Every day we have been ready to start for our depot 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity but I do not think I can write more. R. Scott. For God's sake look after our people."
Does anyone know anything special about Amerigo Vespucci?
I don't want any of you complaining about my lack of knowledge or to inundate me with theories about who really discovered the New World, I just need to know a few things about the voyage in which he discovered America...let's just say that it's for my Symphony.
Brace yourselves, WebDippers, we have an opportunity to say something that actually matters for a change! (Brits only, sadly). Instead of making the same old arguments to the same old people, why not say something to the government as they consider new legislation?
"Treat all economic questions from the viewpoint of the consumer, for the interests of the consumer are the interests of the human race." Frédéric Bastiat- 1850 (He is even European, where did Europe lose its way-Bismarck)
Guys, I got tired of having to hide the screen from my kids when I was reading the Forum posts because of the widespread use of the F-word and other profanity. So--it's not personal if I muted you, or your thread.
No. I meant narcoleptic. If you think narcolepsy is "just" randomly falling asleep, you don't know narcolepsy.
-My sleep cycle at night is not normal, parts of my brain stay awake, often I don't record memory, my body doesn't rest, and I act out my dreams or sleep walk. -I have extremely vivid (and often lucid dreams) at any time. Even during the day, when I'm driving (I don't anymore), writing, typing, or even speaking, I'll just enter a dream and completely check out from reality. -Whenever I get startled, angry, happy, nervous, or laugh to much, my body triggers sleep paralysis. This can be just weakened muscles and numbness, to unable to move or talk, to completely passing out. Over the years, your mind just preconditions itself to avoid these experiences, causing all sorts of other problems. -And there is no cure, not even a good treatment. All the treatments only work to prevent some of the symptoms, don't work for everyone, and have their own side effects that should you choose to continue the treatment, you'll have to treat those as well.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg. So again I say... Insomniacs, pfft. http://i.imgur.com/crLBi.jpg
No I mean, I knew it was more complicated than that. But I figured you'd just accidentally chosen the wrong word, and it didn't seem necessary to go into all that, just to explain that point.
I also didn't realize the picture was coming necessarily from a narcoleptics point of view. I mean, even if you have a healthy sleep pattern, hearing chronic insomniacs go on about how bad their day was has got to be pretty boring.
Also that does sound like hell, and obviously it's worse than insomnia. But insomnia can be pretty shit too. Cause like, you can't sleep, but that doesn't mean you're not tired...
Meh, most insomniacs just have poor diets, a lack of exercise, and unhealthy lifestyles and it's all psychological. With narcolepsy, the body destroys the cells that differentiate between asleep and awake and it only gets worse as you age. Nothing can be done about it.
Note: I don't wallow in narcolepsy, I take it in stride and have found things I even like about having it, but complaining about a string of all-nighter's sometimes gets me going as pretty much every night feels like an all-nighter on top of everything else that narcolepsy throws at you.
As an example, here's what happened last Friday. Part of a larger piece and feel free to give your thoughts on the writing. Can't do italics here, but it shouldn't matter that much. I don't do TL;DR, so thanks for reading or not if you don't have time.
[start] Last weekend, it was pre-film drinks at a bar next to the theatre. I sat there, sipping a beer as my date smiled over stories from her home. The more she shared, the more I began to understand why I hadn’t made my usual attempts to sabotage the relationship before it could become anything of worth. In all the simplicity of the word, I was happy. There were no serious overtones to the emotion, just a realisation that I genuinely liked her and more importantly, liked myself when I was with her. As the rest of my mind registered and cheered on this happiness, I suddenly and uncontrollably found myself riding a bicycle in the rain.
It was a warm autumn drizzle, an under-the-porch-with-an-old-typewriter-and-a-mug-of-tea type of rain. I didn’t recognise the street the bike was rolling down, but it smelled like an easy place to call home. Except there was no evidence that anyone did call it home. There were no vehicles sitting in the driveways, no toys in the yards, no trash bags on the curb, no mailboxes waiting with their little red flags. As I pedalled, I felt overwhelmed by the idea that every house was empty, like the set of some wholesome sitcom prematurely cancelled for ignorant racism. A certain house, brown with a cream door, had me stop, throwing the bicycle under the canopy of a large oak tree. I remember running my fingers down the grooves in the door before reaching for its knob.
When I came to we were outside walking to her car. The rain had stopped. She took my hand, explaining her panicked call from my mobile to my brother as the bar steward glared. I tried to make sense of it for her, but all I could manage to do was smile through the embarrassment saying, “I’m fine, I’m fine, it just happens sometimes.” Over and over and over. We sat in her car as the picked back up, her concerned questions answered by my silent stupid grin. All my words had escaped me, like a scoop of brain-flavoured ice cream that’s fallen to the sidewalk, melting into ant food.
As we drove back to Blacksburg (we’d missed the first twenty minutes of the film), I kept grasping for an explanation that wouldn’t make me into an idiot, but I still couldn’t complete a sentence. Internally, I was outraged, helpless as I pictured my brain ripping apart like a stubborn grapefruit. The anger became so fierce, so frustrating, so fist-curling. I looked down at my clenched hand, shaking as it endeavored to choke words into the air. Then I was in a gym, standing on worn sparring mats with gloves over my hands. The walls, the equipment, and my opponent’s face were all shimmering, fighting to exist.
We began; my body worked on its own, lazily blocking. At first it was a she, my old therapist that had turned me onto boxing. But as we choreographed the duel, the shimmering intensified. I saw coworkers, friends, professors. Everyone I’d ever hit in the face, everyone I’d ever wanted to hit in the face, everyone that had ever deserved to hit me in the face, they were all flashing in front of me like a roulette wheel driven by a helicopter engine. It was too much, I dropped my left guard, and the jab belonging to the unmistakable face of my brother connected.
The engine turned off and we were parked outside my apartment, my mind only able to assume we’d somehow teleported as I reached up to rub my jaw. She wanted me to finish what I’d been trying to say for the past half hour, but the white fuzziness was still cooking my thoughts. I needed to stall, recoup, so I suggested we head inside, and we did; but even hours later, those blinding cobwebs hadn’t completely washed away. They never do until I wake up the next morning. [end]
And don't even get me started on how narcolepsy affects sex. >.<
I love allnighters (on occasion). It means it didn't just fall asleep on the couch at 8 PM, get ushered back to bed about midnight, and get up at 8 AM to go to work. I feel like I sleep half my life away most of the time. I know it's just a side effect of being diabetic, btu pulling an allnighter makes me feel I've still got some control of that aspect of my life.
I have one or two a week, mostly just if I'm not feeling well and know my medicine will destroy me, sometimes out of work-need, and very few times because I know exactly what I'm going to dream about and would care not to.
@Geo - One of the side effects of your condition is that you can predict your dreams? I dream very vividly and remember a lot of them, but I can never predict what I may dream about on any given night.
It's more from all the reading/research I've done to turn the narcoleptic's predilection for extremely vivid dreams into extremely vivid and lucid dreams. Almost anyone can train themselves to lucid dream, narcoleptics just take it to the next level.
I can usually pick my dreams and control most aspects of them, but if something's really on my mind, it's going to be part of my dream. I've kept a dream journal since I was thirteen, so it's almost like I can "boot up" a dream to continue it or re-experience it by just reading old entries.
Lucid dreaming used to be a big thing for me. I joined groups, travelled to weird hippie doctors, and made my own REM sleep monitor (to notify me with vibration when I'd entered REM sleep). But I became too dependent on the experiences and emotions within my dreams instead of reality, really messed me up. I still lucid dream, but it's definitely not the same "create another life" sort of deal.
Yes. Flying, weather, time, people, location, objects, etc. But they aren't all a complete whole reality, it's difficult to explain. Useful for trying to pull out memories I didn't know I had and also useful for making tough decisions.
"The solution to my problem will be behind this door." Opens door, enlightenment. Particularly with tough work/CS stuff, it can be a lifesaver.
I know what it's like to be Vice President, use a Green Lantern ring, be missing a limb, etc. Lately one of favourites is an Earth where I've created something I call ONE (Organic Network Everywhere) and given unrealistically powerful devices to the entire world for free. Still discovering ways in which the world would change if everyone had technology and the internet.
Guide that dreaming beyond just the internet, but wireless internet to every handheld device and laptop/tablet. Sort of the way WiMax was envisioned but never happened. See what you can pull out of that and let us know where your vision takes you. And I'm being serious cause I think that would be an interesting and enlightening read.
That's what I'm talking about. It's an organic network, mountains are the servers, trees are the antennas, etc etc. No matter where you are in the world, you're connected to a network no one actually owns or controls.
I wrote some on it, always thought to compile it into some piece of fiction, but the list of things I've wanted to expand on or turn into something that was written other than for myself is miles long.