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I had a four hour nap toady

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Anachrophobic
The worst part about naps in having to wake up. My head is all cloudy and I'm finding it hard to do things, my arms want to do things on their own. My bones feel weird.
 
Do you ever have strange dreams when you nap in the afternoon in the hot afternoon sun, and the window is open and you hear people outside, and they became a part of your dream? I hate that.
 
That happens. The medication I take sometimes produces severely intense FUBAR dreams. Sometimes during these dreams I know that I'm dreaming yet cannot control the dreams and react as if all danger and threats are real.

The absolute worst is being awake trying to figure out if the memory that floats to the surface is real life past memory or something I've dreamt.
 
I can relate. Medication dreams are fucked up. When I was quitting smoking I had some pretty fucked up dreams on the patch too. It would always pretty much scare me, but sometimes the sadistic side of me wanted a wierd ass dream too at times.
 
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Mmmmm I love naps like that.
 
I'm always falling asleep with the TV on. My dreams go absolutely haywire depending on what channel I've left on.
 
I just realised I misspelt today as toady in the title...

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I like having half naps/half wanks.
 
I like taking 2 Ambien and trying to sex LG before we both fall asleep.
 
Dr. Rockzo doesn't need naps.
 
For someone who does cocaine, you've got a huge belly.
 
I keep getting nightmares lately. A few days ago I dreamt that I was in the back seat of the car when my dad suddenly started having angina. I got him out of the car and tried to flag down a taxi, because I don't have a driving license. Then someone jumped into our car and drove off with it and none of the other cars driving past would stop to help, while my dad was lying on the ground now having a heart attack.

Pretty disturbing, but I guess the moral of the story is twofold. One, I need to get a license even though driving through London is pointless, and two, I should bug my dad about getting checked out like he said he would when his best friend died of a heart attack a couple of weeks ago.
 
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