Seriously why must everyone ever do yard work starting at around 8am on a Saturday?
Today I don’t know how many times I got woken up when I really needed to catch up on some sleep. Slepusinterruptus indeed! This wasn’t your normal yard work either. They were using gas powered leaf blowers, among a lot of other tools.
But I think the most disturbing noises were from the cleanup. It was reminiscent of Silent hill, you know the Pyramid Head guy, just this slow scraping (it was plastic but still creepy sounding).
So I did the only thing I could, grabbed a pair of old computer speakers and connected my iPhone and let the music take me away.
I am truly and advocate of sleep altering by the use of music.
I had the most wild dreams thanks to NIN, Daft Punk, Nero, Prodigy, Dethklok, and Massive Attack to name a few in my “sleep” playlist.
I wish I could just record my dreams, they’d make an amazing movie. Or I used to think that until I started writing some down, and the scenes that I thought were intense weren’t really that intense. I guess it would have to have some kind of emotional attachment or something to make it intense, like thinning the air in a theater to make people breathe faster or something.
Point being, Stop working so damn early when I’m trying to sleep, Jeez!