This happens to me rather often: my head hits the pillow, and two minutes later my brain takes off on all these crazy adventures in La-La Land that seem to go on forever, and when the alarm rings, it’s like I’ve just come home from running a marathon and all I want to do is sleep another eight hours. I wake up exhausted and confused. My brain is fried from all the weird logic and strategizing of my dreams, and I can barely cope with being in the real world again. I need re-entry time. The last thing I want to do is get out of bed.
Today, the last thing I remember before waking up is that I had chartered a huge Thai longboat and boatman to take me across a wide river on a gray, stormy day. The boatman had to dodge other boat traffic, and sometimes we would simply slide over the kayak-like hulls of other boats traveling perpendicular to us in order to keep moving ahead. The weather was getting progressively worse and the water rougher- – I remember the feeling of being buffeted by unexpected waves, some of which sent us flying. We were nearly to the other bank of the river and I woke up. Wow- – thank god I’m in a bed, I thought, because I need a nap!
It was 6:15 and time to jump out of bed to go to the shala, but I just couldn’t do it. It seemed wrong in my sleepy dream-logic mind. I didn’t end up getting out of bed until 8:00, major grasse matinée for an ashtangi. Lucky for me, I was able to have a good, solid one-hour practice at home this morning anyway. But these dreams. . .
So can dreams actually physically wear you out? Why do they mess with my mind so much? Am I crazy? Am I thinking too much during the day?
Heh- – I might make an interesting sleep study subject.