band name of the day: sleep spindles

Stay up long enough and your sleep cycle syncs with the sun again, do this often enough and the parallel Earths you end up in become weirder and weirder

one night ~ the distance your mind could wander in a full night’s worth of REM sleep↵↵a useful unit in dreamtime, though large, think “lightday”

This Algorithm Can Tell What You‘ve Learned Before Going to Sleep - Motherboard https://motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/ywbka5/algorithm-sleep-eeg-learning-memories

In 10000 days, or roughly 27 years, you have time to get really good at 24 things, 8 of which are sleep

Why Do We Sleep Under Blankets, Even on the Hottest Nights? - Atlas Obscura https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/blankets-summer-hot

How Getting Enough Sleep Can Make You Less Afraid - The Atlantic https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2017/10/rem-and-trauma/543573/

Your best Internet friend lives in GMT+2i and it’s a bit of a challenge to match your sleep cycles, or talk to each other at all that is

When a telepath dies immersed in another’s dream, their soul stays around and wanders dreamtime forever. Some become minor sleep deities

Much rarer than insomnia, immortia disrupts the other sleep: Those affected are denied disincarnation, survive in the unlikeliest ways

On a tour, days into the forest: “That rose thicket? That’s where I keep my ill-fated relationship with the sleeping beauty”

The 1st mind meld is a disaster - the lab rat’s purity of purpose (eat sleep fuck) overwhelms the scientist, turns off most higher functions

Do not cross even the weaker mages, a shadowmancer for example may steal the darkness of your eyelids and good luck finding sleep after that

Sleep through too many final stops in public transport, and eventually you will fade, become one of those invisible people the loons talk to

ouroboroi are themselves cyclic universes, in fact the multiverse can be described as a giant hyperdimensional knot of sleeping snakes

After the host star has been converted into computronium, it enters summer sleep: Becomes dark matter and waits for a colder universe

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Her sleep rhythm is that of her chaotic homeworld: Awake for weeks to then spontaneously enter hibernation, days often measured in minutes

Long train ride. The guy across from you is sleeping, growing leaves and vines over his seat. He startles, looks at you, reverts to human.

stranded in your escape capsule, you learn the language of the stars and let alien constellations sing you into sleep

A small whirlwind followed you home months ago. It’s become a constant companion, likes to sleep near your laptop’s air exhaust to recharge

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With this new brain firmware, you won’t need to sleep anymore, downside is rare crashes that will require a technician to reboot you

the god of the city sleeps in a scrapyard, feral cars are its herd, graffiti overgrows the walls it passes like moss

all those ideas left at the hypnopelago’s shores when one drifts off to sleep, waiting for the oneironauts to return and remember

Those who die while awake don’t enter eternal sleep but eternal wakefulness, locked into that last moment forever

Little did the prince know that the sleeping beauty was in fact the dryad of the rose thicket and that leaving would slowly kill her

Her clothes turn brown in autumn to completely fall off in winter. As she enters cold sleep, she’s hardly discernible from a large root.

Bottled sleep, milked from the poor and homeless, has become popular on the black market. It’s someone else’s sleep, but at least it’s some.

I think, the reason, no pixel-less screens exist is, that, whenever somebody tries, all the bugs crawl out, and eat them, in their sleep

Around the fire, a smoke snake is curled, protecting its young that still sleep in the coals.

do insomniac androids dream of electric sleep

we are the birds that nest in the timelines, perch in the decision tree’s branches, sing to you in your sleep of what could have been

Roots grow over the sleeping rabbit, envelop it. Much later, lumberjacks find some really funky growth rings: the rabbit, now xylified.

Scale one of their spires before the morning, sneak past its sleeping protectors, watch and hear thousands of bells ring to greet the sun.

reverse sleeping beauty, in which she stays up day and night and the eerie light of her experiments shimmers through the rosebush thicket

Your sleep takes longer and longer: Last time a prince woke you (how rude), this time you find the ruins of a tiny civilization on your body

The notion of furious sleep is absurd? Then you’ve never seen one. Even lying in their beds, they radiate fervor.

Sleep dervishes shorten their diurnal cycle to mere minutes. In their dreams, their planet’s rapid rotation makes them weightless.

Bereft of its shadow, moon grieved. Now always full, it did not sleep anymore, took on a sickly color. Tides became erratic, wolves howled.

princess of the storm: stolen by a tornado, raised by clouds, sleeps on the updraft inside a cumulonimbus, keeps ball lightning in her pouch

dream of embarking on a journey↵wake up↵go about the day↵come home↵try to sleep, to no avail↵it seems the dreamer has left the waker behind

“A civilized society needs to specialize”, he explained. “The Workers of Work, the Sleepers of Sleep and us, the Dreamers of Dreams.”

fall into sleep: colourful dreams surround you↵but you fall further into black tar↵fall further: a deep violet pulse↵further: no more sound

So you have a sleep cycle? Yeah? That’s cool but do you have a sleep bicycle? Guaranteed to get you around dreamtime at ten times the speed!

It’s done the same to sleeping persons but the screaming puts me off.

Never sleep under a hunter fig. A relative of the strangler fig, its fruit will quickly engulf sleeping animals in roots and feed on them.

poets on the equator.↵and at night, when they sleep, they catch glimpses of matter and space and their cold logicalness, and yearn for it

Reminders
“What did you have for lunch?,” the father asks while driving home. “Same as usual,” he replies. “And that is?” “I just eat random sandwiches of what comes to whim.” The father processes that for a bit. “I see.” Later, at home, “what’s there for homework today?” “No much,” he says. “Brush your teeth,” he is reminded. Later, in the evening. “Take a shower.” A few times.

Just before the father goes to sleep, and sees his bedroom lights on. “What are you doing up so late? … ⌘ Read more

Never-ending homework
Ever since Kent started the 9th grade he has been having to do an unusual amount, and I mean really unusual, of homework. I might be getting too old, but I do not recall having to do that much, so early into high school. It is really messing up his sleeping schedule, and–kind of–mine.

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