Sleep Paralysis

So there I was, in bed with a sky full of stars above me. In my peripheral vision someone was moving about, but I couldn't tell quite who, or what they were doing. I think there was also a cat loitering about. My wife was there, next to me, as is quite normal at 4AM. My right arm was draped outside the bed, and when I tried to move it, something became quite obvious.

I couldn't move it. In fact, I couldn't move at all. I was very aware of my surroundings, and suddenly very aware that they were... wrong. It was as if one eye was awake, and the other was asleep. I was seeing what was real, *and* I was seeing the dream at the same time. I was familiar enough with sleep paralysis (and oddly alert enough) to realize that I was likely experiencing just that. I tried asking my wife if she could shake me out of it, but I couldn't even move my jaw. Or my tongue.

Ok, irritated moaning it is. I'm not quite sure how long I was making that sickly noise, but I heard her asking if I was alright. Eventually she shook my arm-

And the entire world snapped back to normal. I know my brain is wired strangely, but whoa.

A strange background noise

It seems I post a lot about how I'm busy. While it may be true, it's not very entertaining.

When classes ended in May, we went to Minnesota. When with my in-laws, I play the role of spectator. They'll happily engage their sister in various whatevers and disappear with my children. I may perhaps receive a cursory glance. Most (not all, mind you) of the time I feel like Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense. I think I'm interacting with people, but really I'm just haunting the place.

Mind you, this is not a bad thing. It does, however, take a day or so to get used to.

Upon returning home it was decided that we needed to find a new home in Buffalo. We moved in 3 years ago with no kids, and now we have 2 (and all the furniture that requires). We had one month to find and secure a place, pack everything, and move it. Oh, and I was stuck taking a required course over the summer. I've had more pleasant trips to the dentist. The only good thing about the entire ordeal was the end of it. It's a higher quality home in a better neighborhood.

Yea, summer courses. When 3 of the classes I want in the fall require a class I couldn't take in the spring, summer courses are the only option. On the one hand, campus is almost empty. I like that. On the other hand, I don't have much of a vacation.

About ten years ago, I had so many strange and vivid dreams. I still remember most of them to this day. These days, I can't remember my dreams at all. I don't like waking up like that.

My head

My head is a funny place to be. I keep having this recurring dream where my house is being attacked by 5 foot tall spiders and I'm fending them off with kitchen knives and makeshift flame throwers. I also have this one odd dream where I have a secret hidden private island filled with super high technology and global secrets, and nobody knows where it is. I fall into that category - I have no idea where my island is.

In my spare time, I'm rebuilding an ancient Mayan temple. At least, I think it's a temple. I have yet to determine what the building was used for, but it's large and ornate so I think it had ceremonial uses.

Magnets will one day save the world.

I've had a small statuette in my possession for some years. It was meant to represent me when I received it. It recently fell off its shelf and broke. It landed upside down and broke the head clean off. I have yet to fix it as I find it an strangely apt metaphor. I suppose I'll fix it when I feel that my head is on straight again.

There are times when I'm focusing so intently on what I'm reading that I start to disconnect from myself. I was once reading a book with a rather engaging story while I was very tired. At one point I realized what was happening made no sense, and furthermore realized that I was not a character in the book. That's when I woke up half slumped in my chair with the book somewhere under it.

I have this crazy goal of one day working for Nintendo, even though my career path is in accounting.

I'm constantly disappointed with how things turn out in my life, yet I'm almost always happy. I'm sure that's a sign of a deeper problem somewhere in my mind, I'm just in too good a mood to bother digging it out.

And now for something completely different:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDFgtFXfnv0

Telepath comic writer

It's been a decade and I'm still having this dream about high school. I swear Randall Munroe has been watching me, reading my mind, mining my subconscious for comic material. It's not the first time he's hit something in my head I've never said out loud.