I seldom find myself able to recall my dreams. I have heard that in order to properly recall a dream, one must keep a notebook close to the bed and write down the dream upon waking. This has proved ineffective, because I seldom awake thinking about dreams. When I wake, I almost always think “I wish I could go back to sleep.”
This is a stupid fucking wish because the answer is always no; I already set the alarm to give myself the maximum amount of sleep possible. I have heard that in order to get a proper nights sleep one must have a quiet space free from the hum of the machina. One must not use the machina for approximately twenty minutes prior to restful sleep. One is advised to drink milk or eat almonds (but not too many) prior to restful sleep.
I seldom make such arrangements before bed. Usually the order of the night is to mindlessly browse the internet for hours until i realize that its been a few minutes since my last blink, and as a result my eyeballs are on fire. I don’t know why I pull this shit. Perhaps it’s because betraying logic is exciting; A refreshing sensation, highly pleasurable, one that sweeps from the bottom of your feet to the top of your head and into your occipital bun, where it rests.
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