The 1000 Day Holiday

Well tomorrow morning I have my follow up from the overnight sleep study.

may be interesting, and then i predict he will just give me a script for benzo’s. So much for management. Nasty addictive nasty nasty pills.

update:
geesh so now I have a script for clonazepam Dont those side effects just look yummy.

As a college student in 1964, David J. Hufford met the dreaded Night Crusher. Exhausted from a bout of mononucleosis and studying for finals, Hufford retreated one December day to his rented, off-campus room and fell into a deep sleep. An hour later, he awoke with a start to the sound of the bedroom door creaking open—the same door he had locked and bolted before going to bed. Hufford then heard footsteps moving toward his bed and felt an evil presence. Terror gripped the young man, who couldn’t move a muscle, his eyes plastered open in fright.

Without warning, the malevolent entity, whatever it was, jumped onto Hufford’s chest. An oppressive weight compressed his rib cage. Breathing became difficult, and Hufford felt a pair of hands encircle his neck and start to squeeze. “I thought I was going to die,” he says.

At that point, the lock on Hufford’s muscles gave way. He bolted up and sprinted several blocks to take shelter in the student union. “It was very puzzling,” he recalls with a strained chuckle, “but I told nobody about what happened.”

Hufford’s perspective on his strange encounter was transformed in 1971. He was at that time a young anthropologist studying folklore in Newfoundland, and he heard from some of the region’s inhabitants about their eerily similar nighttime encounters. Locals called the threatening entity the “old hag.” Most cases unfold as follows: A person wakes up paralyzed and perceives an evil presence. A hag or witch then climbs on top of the petrified victim, creating a crushing sensation on his or her chest.

It took Hufford another year to establish that what he and these people of Newfoundland had experienced corresponds to the event, lasting seconds or minutes, that sleep researchers call sleep paralysis. Although widely acknowledged among traditional cultures, sleep paralysis is one of the most prevalent yet least recognized mental phenomena for people in industrialized societies, Hufford says.

Now, more than 30 years after Hufford’s discovery, sleep paralysis is beginning to attract intensive scientific attention. The March Transcultural Psychiatry included a series of papers on the condition’s widespread prevalence, regional varieties, and mental-health implications.

Sleep paralysis differs from nocturnal panic, in which a person awakens in terror with no memory of a dream. Neither does sleep paralysis resemble a night terror, in which a person suddenly emerges from slumber in apparent fear, flailing and shouting, but then falls back asleep and doesn’t recall the incident in the morning.

Sleep Paralysis can cause Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

A 15-year-old girl has been rescued from the top of a 40-metre crane she scaled while sleepwalking in London, according to reports.

The girl was spotted on the crane’s boom by passers-by, who called police to the building site in Dulwich thinking it was a suicide bid, the South London Press reports.

But the girl, who has not been named, had apparently managed to climb up the crane and walk across a narrow metal beam while fast asleep on Saturday night

A firefighter from the Forest Hill station then climbed the crane to wait with the girl until a specialist crew arrived.

Dangerous Sleepwalking News Article

Moby has been admitted to RPA hospital as of 2.30pm, 1 July. His condition is unknown at this stage and his publicist released the following statement.

We are all hoping the analysis goes well, and there should be a DVD available of the overnight antics shortly. Due to popular demand by the BB fanatics, an Uncut version will be released online. As a show of support for crazy weaird sh!te being spread by email etc)

This one I need to work out how to verbalise a bit better.. but here is the initial notes.

I was out for a ride on the scooter, when I arrived at a airport. I parked my scooter. And talked to a dude who hired planes. Somehow I rented one. Except it was the size of a scooter. and all wooden.

Went to line up for takeoff, but we were in stalls (ala horse race stalls). I was freaking out saying I had no idea how to fly. The guy in the next stall just said pull back on this, and you need to lift and twist this bit for takeoff.

So it appeared to be a race, with all planes taking off at once. I managed to get airborne.
looking at the coast, I appeared to be over Motueka.

I started having trouble maintaining altitue. I ended up flying along with my legs dangling below. and loosing altitude.
I had to land at another airport which appeared to be Bondi. I then spent the rest of the day trying to get back to the airport to return the plane.

I got back once the sun had gone down. But it didnt seem to matter that I hadnt returned the plane, or that I had no idea how to fly.

Very odd.

Well the travelling starts.

Don’t even know what to take.

Off to Melbourne till Friday ( My Birthday! )

So much for organising a party.. pfft! just rock it up wherever I end up, although pretty sure it will be a plane party on the way back

1 week to go till first consult at the sleep clinic.

“If I log in as that user, I only get grey panels. Im sure I selected the right plant food ”

obviously I do not work with virtual plants or the like….

I had to tidy my room tonight.

I keep dreaming there are ~5 backpackers in my room, sleeping on the floor etc. Its amazing how lifelike your subconscious can make a pile of clothes.

So, of course I found this highly difficult to sleep. Not to mention the fact that I was under-dressed for sharing a room! Which defiantely does not help.