Sleep, Time, and Flies

If I could have one super power bestowed upon me, I would probably chose the ability to remain awake indefinitely. I’ve always heard (something along the lines of)  that we  sleep a third of our lives away. One whole third. How about that oxymoron. That is a ridiculous amount of time, and I disagree with whatever force out there decided living beings required unconsciousness. Now, don’t get me wrong, sleeping is one of the most blissful activities. Some days I feel I could lead a happy life confined to my bed. Nonetheless, the time we lose drooling and twitching on our mattresses is absurd. It is especially absurd if you contemplate how much time we actually consciously experience the heavenly feelings of drifting off to sleep. It is not long. A few minutes maybe… down to a few seconds. The rest of the time glides by in darkness (give or take a dream here and there). I’ll admit, dreams are pretty badass and they fascinate me to no end, but reality…. is reality. 

I am rambling on about sleep and time, because I can never seem to get enough of either and still accomplish what I aim to accomplish. I know what you are thinking, “Yea, you and the rest of the world”. Maybe I will become one of those people who trains their bodies to adjust to polyphasic sleep. Maybe I can continue my failed attempts at lucid dreaming. You know, live my real limit filled life by day and my matrix style limitless dream-life by night. No… no way. I will end up confusing the two, jumping off a building (inception style), and plummeting to my premature death.

Maybe someone can just come up with a drug engineered to eliminate the need for a sleep cycle. Oh wait, I forgot about cocaine and amphetamines. Too bad I am anti-drug. Sigh.

Either I am going insane from lack of slumber, or the entire time I wrote this there were some highly annoying creatures in the room. I’ll explain in haiku. I like haikus almost as much as GIFs.

Sitting in a chair
A hum zooms around my head
Trolling flies die soon