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Old 12-22-2008, 09:48 PM   #59
montsnmags
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I'm pretty much up at 8 to 8.30am every day, regardless of the time I go to sleep (which varies from 10pm through 2am). I generally "need" 8 hours, though I wouldn't rate sleep as something I'm desirous of. If I could eliminate sleep altogether, except for when I felt like it, I'd be very happy...well, maybe not "happy", but somewhat satisfied.

Sleep merely brings uncontrolled mind-altering visions of fear, or terror, or exposure, or lust, or administrative frustration, or ineffective violence, or dull irrelevant inconsequential moment, or subtle variations and intrusions of a possible physical, social or emotional reality that merely leads to utter confusion when the real reality breaks in with the sunlight. I'm sorry, but if I want my mind altered, I'd prefer to have control over it, thank you very much. The last thing I need is to let my id off its leash to rape and pillage my ego and superego, especially since I fear that the ego wants to join in and hold the superego down, and that the superego is not-so-cleverly-disguising-behind-fear its enjoyment of it all. I'd rather have them all conscious, sitting in a small, black room around a rickety, oak card-table, madly scribbling notes as bitter as the coffee onto its surface, and occasionally trying to play a variation of Russian Roulette with a bow-and-arrow (fire the arrow straight up, and try catch it with your forehead). Let them laugh and spit and drink and fight and cuss and dance in a blood-on-the-walls raging orgy, until the ignored sun starts bashing on the door shouting and threatening to call the dream police. That's the good stuff.

At least then I can watch what they're doing from the back row of the darkened, empty theatre that they're oblivious of from the stage, and write it all down to bear witness later on in court. Sleep? I don't like sleep. There's no-one around to draw the curtains.

Mmm, now the superego is looking both scared and excited, the ego just excited, and the id is taking off his freshly-drool-stained singlet...I wonder if their table needs a fourth player...

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