Getting
laid used to do it for my wife and me. Also, it works good for
snoring, can't hear it when you're snoring too!
Actually,
I read the linked article above and was thinking about the
side-effects of "hypnagogic hallucinations
(including vivid and disturbing perceptions)" plus "Along
with the concern for next-day impairment, the usual warnings for
hypnotics also apply here: avoid alcohol and other CNS depressants,
exercise caution in patients who are depressed or suicidal, monitor
for behavioral changes including amnesia and complex sleep behaviors
(eating, texting, sex while still sleeping)."
Vivid dreaming has been with
me all my life, extremely realistic and in Technicolor! I'd worry
about falling out of a plane or being shot if they were any more
real.
And sex while sleeping, I've
been awakened most happily by a amorous wife (mine. Go away!), sex
while sleeping is just wrong. Such a loss...
...found another good site
on Belsomra, Consumer's
Reports. No way, Jose'. Go read if you want to see a piece of
expensive, non-working, crap. ...excerpt:
"Their analysis shows that people who took a 15
mg or 20 mg dose of Belsomra every night for 3 months fell asleep
just 6 minutes faster on average than those who got a placebo pill.
And the Belsomra group slept only 16 minutes longer—6 hours and 12
minutes total vs. 5 hours and 56 minutes for the placebo group.
Those small improvements in sleep didn’t translate to people feeling more refreshed. Instead, more people who took Belsomra felt drowsy the next day compared with those who took a placebo."
Lots of good stuff at that site.
I've only had chronic
trouble sleeping twice in my life. The first was when the mother of
my (I think) two sons left me. I gave up after months of miserable
half-sleep and dragging my ass the following daze and took OTC
sleeping pills. They worked after a fashion, unfortunately they
suppressed REM sleep entirely. Without rapid eye movement sleep, one
apparently doesn't dream, the old hard drive gets really cluttered,
loaded with all kinds of malware, and after about three daze in a
row, everything and everyone needs some serious murdering.
What worked was total
immersion in my work. The laboratory projects were of such complexity
and the people involved were so competent that this worked like a
charm.
The second is at this and
probably many other nursing homes. The residents are greater than 90%
eaten away by Alzheimer's or equivalent, the younger victims of a
certain hindu quack are drugged to the point of vegetation, and there
is zero for any normal person to do if reading (bring your own
books), writing, and the internet aren't your bag. No conversations,
zero. It does get tedious.
...just wheeled outside on
the patio for a while. Very strange night, clouds in three distinct
layers moving fast in multiple directions, no thunder, just breezy
and quiet. As it was deep twilight, there were no colors, just very
distinct contrast black, grey, and white with a pure, white artifact
spreading and opening like a disease on one of the clouds. The
rotating beacon light from the nearby civil airport on the low,
scudding clouds was an added strangeness to the brew.
Stephen-Kingish.
Now
that all that stuff is done, maybe there's some time for the actual
purpose of this post, Windmill Drive. If you ever think I'm going to
change and stay on the subject, I recommend you change the type of
cigarets you're smoking! Ain't gonna happen, don't know if I know
how.
In
the Summer of 1958 when I was 8 years old, I was laying in bed
half-asleep one night when I heard my 5 year old sister thump out of
her bed and thought she was just going to the bathroom. She turned on
her bedroom light, opened the door, and turned on the hall light.
This was unusual as the bathroom was close by and she had never done
that before.
I
got up to see what was going on and my father joined me from my
parent's bedroom. We watched as my sister went down into the living
room, turned all the lights on, then turned the front lights on. She
then went outside and began walking down the driveway, turned right
on Windmill Drive, and walked toward the west. I remember the moon
was nearly full and there was plenty of light. Dad and I hung back
from Gracie, and now I think about it, what a strange scenario that
must have been. A small, little dark-haired girl in the ethereal
moonlight wearing a long night-gown walking purposefully toward the
darkness that was Cottage Hill Road followed by a man and a small boy
quite a ways behind with the old windmill in the background. A
little-bit Gothic ya think?
When
Gracie reached Cottage Hill, she just stood staring across the road
for quite a while, turned without acknowleging us, and walked home.
She reversed the exit with the only difference being turning the
porch and living room lights off. Strange, but not near as strange as
her repeating this with very minor variations two more nights. What
was she seeing across the road? There was a very old residential
development, probably with parts pre-dating the War of Northern
Aggression, not much else.
Across
the road, my young friends and I used to frequent a very old couple's
home, they were probably 65 (!), that had a ancient flagstone pond
overgrown by huge mimosas which were in turn shaded by live oaks that
must have been four feet in diameter. The adjacent homes were as
shaded and dark on large parcels of land, all ancient folk and always
welcoming to us young ones! Was Gracie, who had never been there,
seeing something in her sleep that we couldn't see awake?
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