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Had a weird dream where I was trying to take part in a Lemmy thread but lots of people were commenting on it from Mastodon as well and something wasn’t working right between the two. I can’t remember specifics but it was extremely frustrating in the dream and I woke up fuming.
So naturally the adrenaline of possibly the world’s first(?) fediverse-based nightmare had me wide awake and unable to get back to kip.
Not the best start to what was supposed to be a relaxing weekend!
Nothing worse!
Dreams are bloody mental. Sleep in general fascinates me - it’s such a weird concept. We get our energy from food etc, but we also need a wee down time every night or we end up going insane. Peak efficiency.
I’m sure I read somewhere that there’s some sort of “flushing” of the brain that happens when we’re sleeping and that’s the actual important part? I still resent the wasted time though! I also hate how fucking good it is!
I love sleep so much, I’d do it ten hours a day if I could. I’m just annoyingly shit at it. Go through phases where for a couple of weeks straight I’ll be having the most bizarre dreams and getting no rest, we’re currently about a week in so I should start getting more settled again soon.
Still, had some crunchy nut cornflakes as a breakfast treat, two giant travel mugs of tea so far, and we’re having my fave food in the whole world tonight. Could be worse!