Day 7 - Bike Tires and Waffles

Yesterday was brutal.

I think I underestimated the effect of oversleeping a nap. Apparently it doesn't just set you back a bit, but pretty much back to square one. The poor part being that my square 1 came on the heels of a beautiful 8 hours of monophasic sleep. This time it came on the heels of 2 hours of sleep over a day.

So, perhaps needless to mention, I was really, reaaaally tired yesterday. My first class went fine, as I was TA'ing and thoroughly involved, but the second one nearly had me unconscious. I attempted to, in between these classes, take my nap outside at the suggestion of a friend. It felt awesome, I was in good company, and it should've been rejuvenating, but for some reason it just wasn't. I felt totally conscious during the entire sleep, despite the fact that I kept dreaming (hallucinating, maybe) that I was holding various objects in my hands and was twitching like I was chasing rabbits.

Day 6 - CRONE! CROOOOOO OOONE!

We had just walked into the conference hall. Sankalp said it was something about an ambassador from a foreign land. Everyone there looked dressed to the nines. Suits, top hats, and I think even spotted a monacle. The event itself was held inside an enormous conference center that was open air for about 5 stories. It was sectioned off into multiple enclosures, presumably so more events could be held at once.

I stared around blankly. Everything was too good looking. The people, the plants, even the rugs and (for some reason) the macintosh computers dating back to the 90's were good looking. The light had a weird, twilight quality to it as it streamed through the windows.

And then a desk came flying over one of the partitions. It rocketed past us, and I turned over to Eunice, who was blindly chatting with some good looking monacled man, and told her to get down. The desk came rocketing overhead and crashed into a group of slow pokes behind us.

Day 4 - 6-10 block madness

I hit my first hitch with the uberman schedule.

It's not the naps, the weirdness of being conscious for what feels like days in a row, or the semi-sleepy haze I'm still occasionally in. It's all due to one small incident last night that broke my napping schedule.

I felt great throughout the day yesterday. My naps from 10am-6pm were all excellent. I even went to the gym to test how I would hold up under some weight lifting. The day was gorgeous, the trees were yellowing, and I got to chill outside in the grass, being irradiated by the sun and not feeling sleepy.

Basically, yesterday was the first day I felt totally awake during this schedule. I've had blocks where I was feeling super alert, but never an entire day. So this felt like a big step, because I thought I'd be crossing over into making this easy and feeling awesome ALL the time.


But alas.

HOW COULD YOU.

Day 1

It is now 7:00AM. I took my first nap beginning my attempt at the uberman sleep schedule 13 hours ago, and have since slept every 4 hours for "20 minutes." I put that in quotes because, in reality, my brain is not yet trained for sleeping immediately upon laying down, so I would hazard a guess that it's a hell of a lot less than that.

My first nap at 6:00pm was excellent. I woke up a little groggy, but within about 5 minutes of being up and around felt solid. I decided that, given my future sleep deprivation, I should do errands/get stocked up on groceries so as to avoid needing to drive. From 6-10 I read 100 pages for latin american studies, went to the gym, and hit up walmart for some groceries. After purchasing an alarm clock and a boatload of proteins and vegetables, I headed home.

I meant to be home at 10, so I could take my second nap in the comfort of my home, but I managed to forget to buy bread. Not wanting to be without such a staple in the coming days (despite the notion that it might make naps more fitful), I stopped at schnuks, whipped the pillow out of my backseat, and settled down to sleep. Roughly 10 minutes in someone's car alarm went off. Aside from this aggravation, I think I actually slept during this nap, as I had an incredibly vivid dream (daydream?) of playing poker with a bunch of gorillas.