I quickly fell asleep for my polynap and drifted off into dreamland.
In my dream I was at a community college, waiting to speak to a counselor. I hadn't put my name down on the list yet, so I was just mulling around the waiting room. I was feeling good because for some reason I knew this was my last semester and I was going to drop out. I was particularly looking forward to telling the counselor that I was dropping out.
While I was waiting, there were two other students I noticed. One guy had the exact same laptop as I. When he was done using it, he put it down on the desk in front of me. I thought that was strange, and wondered if perhaps it was actually my laptop. I couldn't tell, and didn't want to take it if it wasn't mine.
Another student was in front of me. He turned around with a magic trick to show me. It was blantantly easy, but I appreciated his effort keeping me entertained.
Finally, in my dream, I became aware that I'd been sleeping for a while. This actually happens frequently while I polynap. I'm hoping it's a precursor to full lucid dreaming. Then I heard my alarm, but only faintly. Strange.
I sit up in bed and I realize that the power has gone out. When that happens, my alarm is much quieter. The brains behind the alarm is the laptop, and it's connected to the speakers. When the speakers go through a power outage, they reset to a lower volume, while the laptop stays on.
All of the lights in my house are automated, so each light switch has a little LED that stays illuminated when they're off. I walk into my office and it occurs to me that it should probably be light in there. I recently plugged a lamp straight into the wall, outside of the automation system. But it wasn't on.
Click. Click. Click. I turn the knob for the lamp, but it won't turn on. I hit the switch in the office - it does nothing either. I start to panic a little bit - something is up. As I walk into the living room out of the corner of my eye I see what appears to be someone sitting in a chair in the breakfast area.
I hit the switch in the living room. Nothing.
I turn to assure myself that no one is in my house, but to my surprise there IS someone sitting at the table. Is it one of my friends?
"Well HELLOOOOOO.... TYNAN." I can only describe the voice as "I'm about to be murdered". It was still dark so I couldn't make out who it was, but I was terrified. It wasn't one of my friends. My adrenaline shot up and blood rushed through my veins. Because I'd just woken up my eyes were blurry, so my efforts to determine who was there were unsuccessful.
Then somehow I realized that I might still be sleeping, and this could be a dream within a dream. I tried to wake up, but couldn't. I tried to move, but couldn't. I tried to yell "help!", but couldn't get it out. Full on sleep paralysis. I kept struggling and eventually my brain snapped out of it and I came to. It was 5:30 in the afternoon and sun was shining through my windows onto my bed.
I've had MANY of these sorts of experiences since going polyphasic - particularly sleep paralysis and intense dreams. Most of my dreams are very pleasant, but I have had 3-4 nightmares now. Before this I very rarely had a nightmare.
It may not sound like it, but these experiences are actually fun. Being under sleep paralysis is very strange... you're conscious but you just can't move anything. It almost feels like your arms and legs have been cut off. It's such an unusual phenomenon that I enjoy exploring it. Thank god no one is here to murder me.
With all this talk of dreams within dreams and the people within them being projections of your own subconscious, I feel like I'm reading about a scene from the movie "Inception"...
Just because an analysis of polyphasic sleep has been done by a "scientist" does not mean that it's honestly critical. As a case in point, Steve Pavlina linked to an article in which polyphasic sleepers were refered to as "mutants." What I find most amusing is the claim to know what the long term effects of polyphasic sleep are when there have not been any investigations into its long term effects thus far.
As for the dream, I first thought of Waking Life also because that's the only place I distinctly remember seeing the "light test." In general dream interpretation, when the setting of your dream is in full light, then the dream usually symbolizes something that is in full consciousness in your waking life while a darkly lit dream indicates something that is hidden in your unconscious. Perhaps that would be the reason why you can't change the lighting in your dream as it would alter the symbolism.
Yeah but Tynan, even if it's a simulation, it's still very subjectively only how you see the person, their actions in your dream are entirely (subconsciously, unless you go lucid) controlled by you. And if you're controlling them it's irreversibly connected to your own personality. Thus all characters in your dreams are facets of your mind.
And magnus, I'm not sure which specific analysis you are referring to, but REM sleep specifically is thought to sort out your mind (I've heard it called random firings of neurons, but i think it's more controlled than that), this is what leads to dreams (You always dream you just don't generally remember it). I don't know how this leads to a negative analysis of polysleeping though, as the whole point of polyphasic sleeping (the uberman schedule anyway) is to keep the amount of REM sleep constant (you do 6 naps, because usually a monophaser goes through 6 REM stages in one night), while compressing the other less important stages of sleep.
Did you read the recent negative analysis of polyphasic sleep by some scientist? He made a good point that one of the main functions of sleep is to defragment the brainÃ‚´s hard disk.
Sometimes this process is reflected in our dreams.
ItÃ‚´s far from a perfect process anyway, which is why people end up with various issues on things. You might want to learn EFT or something to do some of the defragmenting work manually...
I had my first
I had woken up naturally after about 15 minutes of sleep, and as I was drifting back into dreamland, I realized that I was sleeping right as I started to dream. I thought "wow... let's try out this lucid dream stuff" and leapt off some stairs. I hit the pavement and it felt like real pain, although it didn't last. Then I figured that I needed to think about flying, and as soon as I did, I could feel myself being yanked way into the air.
It was a strange experience. I could barely see what was happening in the dream... everything was really fuzzy. But I could feel it as if it was actually happening. I woke up after just a minute or so.
There is an old home, more decrepit than any of the others on Wellington Street. I have talked to the current owner, who is living with a local relative, about the condition of the home and their plans for it. When it was in its prime, the house must have been quite beautiful. So to see it in its current state was puzzling to me, especially considering the well maintained manner of the other homes around it. It was a Thursday when I talked to him, and the owners face tightened when I mentioned the home. The following story is what he shared with me, though he would not give me permission to enter the home to investigate.
I purchased the home ten years ago with the hope of renovating it. If you look outside the building you may notice some of the abandoned 2x4's I had bought for the project. I had first come upon the building quite by accident. I was driving through, heading towards a local restaurant. Somehow I became lost, and ended up along side the building. I pulled over, trying to sort out where I was. I looked around, trying to find my bearings, when I noticed the house. At the time it was still in relatively good condition, the paint fresh and the garden well managed. Something about the home drew me in, and even after I managed to find my way I couldn't help but think about it.
After about a week I contacted the local residential listings, and was thrilled to find that the home was being put up for purchase at a steal of a price. I checked out the place quickly, and found that everything was in good condition. At the time, the explanation I got was that the previous owner had moved away, and that payments on the home had inexplicably stopped, causing it to come into the possession of the community.
It wasn't until a couple days after purchasing the place that I managed to move in. The place was a dream, and though there was some things that needed repairing I was surprised at the condition it was in. It was during late fall, leading into winter that I moved in, so the first thing I did was check the radiator and make sure it was working properly. It was a old Victorian one, and though everything seemed in order it wouldn't turn on. And so I went to the basement to check the fuses.
After going downstairs I went to work finding the fuse box. It didn't take long, and after a little time I found the one of the fuses was burnt out and replaced it. I was just about to go upstairs when I noticed something in the corner. It was a tall mirror, oval in shape with a patterning of leaves along its edges. It looked like it was very old, and the mirrored surface showed some level of deterioration.