I started journaling a couple weeks ago (see old post: A Notebook: The Greatest Tool For Everything) and have been recording the time I go to sleep and the time I wake up. Before this I had no idea how much I regularly slept, now I sort of do.
Here are the last eight days:
- 10/3 – 5 hours
- 10/4 – 7 hours
- 10/5 – 6.5 hours
- 10/6 – 8 hours
- 10/7 – 5.5 hours
- 10/8 – 6 hours
- 10/9 – 6 hours
- 10/10 – 5 hours
High: 8, Low: 5, Median: 6, Mean (Average): 6.125
The dates above represent the amount of sleep I got between that morning and the night before. Notice for the Friday that I went out guzzling beers (represented by 10/7) I only slept 5.5 hours. Interesting… I thought I slept more than this, but I guess I don’t.
My Dream Last Night
I had this insane dream last night (like most dreams I remember.) This is all going to come out in bits and pieces… I remember being in an artist kind of place with pottery wheels and stuff, but there was a guy there renting Hip-Hop videos and CDs. I decided that I was going to use that place to throw my birthday party.
Later on at was at some outdoor fair thing and some friends of mine were wearing these black cowboy hats with pur rindstones in it. This midget mean mugged me (twice) and I decided that I had to whoop his ass. So I approached him, we exchanged some words, then he threw a punch (which I caught of course.) Then I proceded to somehow subdue him with my legs and take his friends back (<- BJJ talk) at the same time. I tried to rear naked (<- more BJJ stuff) his friend, but it wasn’t working so I went on just punch him in his face until he passed out. After that I let the midget get out and asked him if he wanted some too. He changed his mean mugging tune and I wakled away.
There were also parts of the dream where I was macking on some chicks, but I can’t remember those parts good enough right now.
The cool thing is that was the first time BJJ was featured in a dream. 😀