Sleep Experiment
4 hours 17 minutes and 45 second’s worth of music has passed
Out of sheer curiousity and perhaps accidental wit I did an unusual experiment today.
The time now is 5.42am, roughly 4 hours earlier I went to bed at 12.25am. The air conditioning was unusually cold, but I can’t off it because of the wretched mist of second hand smoke waiting to enter my room from my window, no thanks to some inconsiderate neighbours.. (such inconsiderate neighbours smoking into the wee hours of the morning, never buy a condo with a high smoker density if you can’t tolerate that.. but you wouldn’t know till you buy one right)
Because it was so cold and I had to tolerate the air cond, I decided to wear thick jeans and long sleeve clothing to bed, which was, mind you something I rarely do because my normal pyjamas are everyday clothing which you wear in the house to greet the guy who delivers the newspaper and the pizza.
I also left my notebook on, adjacent to my bed. Playing soft tunes of classical piano midi ranging from the compositions of Albeniz to Debussy. Now I slowly drift to sleep. It was getting warmer and the soft but high frequency sounds generated by the notebook’s PCI sound machine slowly lulled me to sleep. (How do I know its high frequency? Trust me I know, when it comes to its built in sound system, try tuning the volume to the max, it will produce negligible changes in the amplitude of the sound, because you can hardly hear it any louder, yet surprisingly your mother halfway across the house will be yelling at you to tune down the volume. talk about high penetration sounds)
Now I remembered this wierd dream. Yes by now those who were loyal readers of my ramblings should know that I have a profound interest in them, and although I don’t seriously think that it will have any prophetic value regarding my life, I do enjoy deciphering, remembering, and perhaps sharing them, it is after all a product of my sub-conscious mind.
I imagined that I was in school, but the difference was that it was now hugely renovated with many space age technology additions. The Japanese were here, the area dimly litted, it was morning and early, the kind of hours where you wouldn’t bet a million bucks that there’s a traffic jam in KL, well for a normal day anyway. There was also an ice cream convention sort of thing, with the nicest assortment of ice creams… it was like there were multiple booths all with its unique special ice cream to offer, there’s one that specialized in strawberry varieties, in dutch cheese decorations, innovative cutting edge japanese ones, chocolate ones, etc. Somehow some winner of some competition will be able to ‘buy’ for free from 3 of these stalls, and my dad and I happened to won something.. but before that it should be noted that in the bizzare dream state of SMK Cheras, FATIMAN was also lurking around. Because of all the new stuff in school, it was presumed that she would be there to commemorate the event.. there sure was some ‘big’ stuff going on, a major facelift of the school, an international ice cream convention, and japanese visitors walking around.. lol
Somehow while I stroll around the school, I talk with friends and teachers, and as usual whenever FATIMAN appears, she’ll say something unfavorable to upset the setting, during which I make a hasty escape. Was she hunting me down? boy do I feel like Alice in Wonderland… now all we need is a jack rabbit and a mad hatter…
Well, eventually I got to this scene where suddenly I seem to be in great haste and was running from or to something. With my dad (strangely) I traveled around dream world or at least prepared, then my dad spoke extremely fluent japanese to a jap girl nearby which I can’t make a word out of, after which 2 of my friends appeared and wisked me ahead in the speed of light (literally)
Travelling so quickly suddenly my friends let me go just meters in front of a boiling stove or something, and then I suddenly managed to stop. I was now at a cafetaria and the friends who helped me earlier grinning.
Now I don’t know how and why, in my dream a rhyme crossed my mind.
Of earth and sinners all around;
The identity of God made profound.
After that I heard the buzzing sound of my alarm clock. I woke up, only to find that the time is roughly 5.30am, I’m on my bed, classical piano midi music still playing from my notebook, and my alarm clock certainly didn’t ring, it was set to 7am.
Initially I wondered if there was someone else in the room that shut the alarm buzzer after letting it ring for 10 seconds instead of its usual 2 minutes. So I was reasonably alarmed, fortunately I was proven wrong. But in my subconscious state, the sound that I presumed to be the alarm clock buzzing was very real indeed.
I slept for roughly 4 hours… Yet I feel ENERGETIC, with a profoundly clear memory of my dream. Somehow my sleeping conditions today allowed me to gain energy from sleeping optimally? Well, maybe my dreams were related to stuff I did earlier today, like going out with dad, eating ice cream, stuff like that, but never have I been so conscious of stuff so sub-conscious as miniscule details from a dream.
4 hours of sleep
Adequate body warmth
Soft classical piano music
induced
A revelation of the sub-conscious (dream)
Poem or phrases that rhyme (the sinners and God rhyme)
Waking up full of energy and not groggy at all!
Perhaps I woke up at a most timely hour, where the sleeping cycle completed and I returned to stage 1. But to think that my brain actually made me wake up by making me believe that an alarm clock was ringing when it was actually 2 houurs from doing so, and that the brain was able to synthesize ideas while I was asleep (create poems) can it synthesize other stuff too? If this continues i will have a very rich original material to write a book. jajaja
Anyway, today I went to the hospital with dad to visit grandma. Grandma was checking out today, having spent 2 nights in the ward of the KL general hospital. At the ophtalmology ward (eye problems) lots of people who have just undergone eye operations were resting, most were old people, though a malay youth was there present too. As usual old people have a lot of stuff to talk about, and grandma kept talking about all the wrongs people (and stuff like tables and chairs) done to her over the years. She is perhaps a little bitter about her life, but I guess it is natural for old people to want to vent out everything and be understood, at least in the twilight years of their lives. Dad just dismissed her of course.
There were sick and people in agony all around me. The sight of the people there… a malay lady on the bed next to grandma was 90% blind after eating only 1 misprescribed medicine tablet from a doctor in Mersing. 1 of her eyes is completely blind and doctors are working hard to save her other eye, yet the most saddening part was perhaps that she came here all the way blind from Mersing with no family members alike. Somehow, I felt like energy was being drained from me at the hospital, like there were energy vampires there or something… no wonder so many doctors find their job stressful, just being there is a challenge.. after some adjustment of my paradigm however, the feeling of energy drainage left me. And I was sympathetic to the people in the hospital beds, and passion to be a doctor ignited once more.. that passion is so difficult to explain, its not like the passion to get rich, it is not rote, not complex, yet I believe it lies deep within every individual’s heart, because it feels so natural.
Perhaps life is just a very big sleep experiment, looking back at the hospital once more, its mundane yet optimistic structure, the sick, the smart, and the deceased…. the path of life isn’t hard to predict… or is it? Well, it depends on your point of view…
