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- Properly titled 8:22
Last evening I spent another evening hanging out with friends. I was invited over to dinner and hung out, appreciating the holiday spirit. We chilled, we laughed, we ate.. all that good stuff. As is the Flow of things, it turned out that my very closest and oldest friends from my primary circle would gather together just as with old times.
I strive for great comfort if not openness, being a closed persona myself. If we had any uncomfortable silences I neither felt awkward nor do I even recall such a moment. It was that sort of evening.
I drank here and there, and appreciated the atmosphere. We got to talking, eventually to strange and complex topics which certainly could not be resolved in that sitting. These are the conversations which could go on forever without one losing the slightest bit of interest.
It came to be five in the morning when we walked out of the bar we redirected ourselves to after we grew out of the houseparty aspect of the evening. Some insisted on cabs, and even though I had walked to the area in the first place, I came along. I don’t even recall when I got home. I listened to some music and relaxed myself before becoming appropriately attuned for bed.
I had my usual bout with the sandman.. I was stretched out, and I waited, and I meditated, and I thought.. I fell asleep and had dream after dream and plotted and thought and wondered. I woke in comfort and appreciated that due to my preparation I didn’t need to run out to the bathroom. I decided that I’d stay in my comfort and think my thoughts.. appreciating my sleep and my self.
Being unable to guage the time of day, it being overcast this last while, I rolled to one side and fished for my glasses. Putting them on, I read the clock from across my room. 8:22. I stared blankly. I glanced at the window. It’s light out.. it can’t be the evening. Oh hell, did I sleep until the next day? No.. my timers all said I rested, but only briefly. On my next look, the clock wasn’t seen to indicate pm.
I rolled back over, stunned. I had a full sleep cycle (two units is normal, I like to go for 3 units of Lucid dream training) after a terribly long evening after days of being out and about with little sleep between them.
My heart raced. My blood pressure soared. I questioned my health, that my body could do that after so much strain. I lay there, failing to calm myself. I thought and wondered and generally appreciated life.
Without desire, without effort.. just a couple of hours of sleep.
This is not the first, nor will it be the last time I’ll be capable of this.
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