sleep uneasy

For the past week my sleeping pattern has been really weird. I’ve held out on blogging a bit just to see if it keeps up, and it has for the most part.

It started Wednesday evening. I got home from school later than usual, I can’t for the life of me remember why I was so late. I believe I went to Second Cup with a friend, as mentioned in a previous blog. Right.

Actually, this has to do with the nap mentioned in that same blog. This one.

The only reason I now remember what I did that day is because of that blog. Thanks, past me.

Anyway. As stated, was falling asleep on the floor, got up went to bed, woke up, light were off- i didn’t turn them off!!- thought I was in outerspace.

So we get that I was really disoriented.

When I went back to sleep that night I slept well, until I woke up 7am the next day.
On Thursdays I don’t have to get up until 12:30 at the latest to catch the bus I need to get to school on time.

I woke up 7 when my roommate was getting ready, and then woke up every single hour after that, checked the time with full clarity, and then went back to sleep for another hour.  This is really really unlike me. I mean, yeah I can wake up often but I won’t be so aware of checking the time, nor will I fall asleep so quickly.

Thursday night I went to go to sleep at 2am which is kind of normal- only as soon as the light turned off I was wide awake. Not only that, my roommate’s toilet was running, and I could hear the water trickling into it through my wall, so I was uber irritated.

I got less than three hours of sleep thursday night.

Friday night I fully intended on napping the second I got home, but that didn’t happen. Instead, I went out with friends for food then visited another sick friend. Upon arriving home I watched some Fushigi Yuugi and read a bit and then went to sleep at 2ish.

That was all fine and normal, except that I didn’t wake up until 2:30pm.

And, I was so heavy from sleep I’d pressed into my bed so hard that I made my eyebrow piercing bleed a little.

No matter how late I go to sleep I usually wake up around 11 or 12 and think ok I should get up. I woke up at 9 to my roommates talking and fell back asleep easily, didn’t wake up again until 2:30.

Last night and today has been the worse by far for sleeping.

My best friend got a kitten last night and he’s only 6 weeks old, so requires a lot of supervision. Somehow her boyfriend and I stayed up until 4:30am watching the junglebook and looking up weird animals and bugs, and I didn’t feel tired at all. I can’t stay awake past 3 lately.

So we all climbed into bed and fell asleep okay, except I woke up 6:30 when my cell phone alarm went off because I am an idiot and forgot to turn it off. I got up, turned that off, went back to bed and realised I could hear all the sleep noises they were making, so I moved out to the couch.

I checked on Pete (the kitten) before climbing onto that wonderfully soft couch to go back to sleep, and as soon as I shut the door the little guy woke up and began crying his cute little head off.

I stayed up for an hour watching a kitten poop, pee, and toddle around a bathroom until he tuckered himself out and went to sleep.

So I went to sleep 7:30, when my friends brother was up and watching Dr. Who upstairs.

2 hours later I heard the brother and the mother talking about how they had to get his hockey bag from the room the kitten was in, so I got up in the middle of the best REM of my life and picked up the cat while he got what he needed. Of course Pete wanted to play again and I was in no mood so I brought him in to the friend and the boyfriend and said ‘SOMEONE PLAY WITH THIS I AM TOO TIRED.’

So they did.

They also put him back when they thought he’d fallen asleep but he started meowing so I called to the boyfriend to take care of him again.

At some point, I have no idea what time it was, they left to go get some toys for the cat. All I can remember is ignoring his sad little meows, and then my friends were walking by me again.

Then my friends Dad was yelling at me to get some breakfast, so at 12:30 I got up and ate.

My friend and I took a nap while the boyfriend played with Pete, and I think we were out for about 2 hours. All I know was that was the best sleep I had all day. I woke up and groggily went upstairs to watch Iron Chef with them.

Now here I am, writing about this. Why?

My sleep this week has been weird, yes. But what makes it feel weirder is that it feels like it’s being controlled by something else. I’ve never had this feeling before. When I woke up from the nap and the lights were off, I felt like something was making me forget being awake, and was trying to keep me in bed. I think that’s why I had that floating feeling, like I was in space or underwater.

When I woke up every hour the next day, it literally felt like my head was being pulled up to look at the time and then let go to go back to sleep. I can’t explain it, but it was the weirdest feeling.

My sleep thursday night was tortured because of the dreams I was having and my inability to stay asleep.

On Saturday, waking up felt like I was being pushed into the bed by something quite strong, and my sleep this morning just sucked all around.

I know it’s strange to hear this, but it does feel like my sleep is being controlled by someone who’s not me. And sure, it sounds dumb or weird or crazy, but these past few days have been the strangest sleeps of my life.

I guess I’ll see what tonight holds, since I need to get up in about 6 hours.

I suppose I’ll read something to help me fall asleep, hopefully I sleep well.

Emma.