maybe it's my lack of sleep, but i can't say that because i get 8 squared hours of sleep daily on weekdays. or maybe it's an obsession... or maybe --just maybe, my urge to get out of this convoluted world.
i love my saturday naps.
a while ago, i didn't dream. that's okay... but it's better if i did. the risk of not liking the work of your head is what excites me. and here's a puzzling thought: i think dreams are not made by your brain, but of a higher power, God maybe.
the best part about naps? the part of waking up. it feels like --i don't know. it feels good. it is a state where you are stripped out of innocence--the innate intuition of make believe and scarcity of certitude. it feels as if you are back again in that convoluted world that i was talking about.
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i had the worst nap once. it didn't happen on a saturday. it occured just this thursday right after i went home and changed clothes. i slept all through the whole Trillanes thing --the innocence i was talking about. right after i woke up, i just heard the tv say things about Trillanes' rebellion. i missed the whole thing. darn. the only thing that nap did to me is ask around and not get the full angle of the issue. it sucks.
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