I've always been quite "active" dreamer, meaning if I watch something from the TV or if I talk to some old friend, it's likely that the thing will end up in my dream the following night. Now I've had fever for the last four days and only things I've done have been playing Resident Evil 4 and reading B3D.
The second night my dream was all about creating new RE4-levels. They aren't really dreams at all, 'cause I'm not sleeping. I'm somewhere between awake and sleeping. Instantly when I closed my eyes, my thoughts started creating the new levels. It took somewhat six hours before I could focus my thoughts and was able to get some real sleep.
Well, the thing got much worse last night. 90% of the night I thought I was a freaking SPE from the Cell-architecture! It took me like five hours before I could figure out what the hell was going on (I suppose that means the archtitecture will really be a hard platform to program). Everytime I closed my eyes, this "middle man" (I suppose that must be the PPE then) threw something at me and then I had to move that thing some meters. And my reward for doing that? 5-15 minutes of real sleeping. Too bad it took most of my night to figure out what I was supposed to do.
Not sure if the "dreams" of mine have some sort of a name. They act quite strangely, mainly because they start immediately after I close my eyes. It's like my brains are running sprints and I can't sleep because my head won't calm down. But the last night was a real pain. I tried keeping ~10 minutes pauses from the "sleeping" but it didn't help. I closed my eyes and boom, I was off. Next night should be an interesting one because we have this party where I have to attend. I can see it now. I'm going to be the liver, squishing these evil drops of alcohol.
The second night my dream was all about creating new RE4-levels. They aren't really dreams at all, 'cause I'm not sleeping. I'm somewhere between awake and sleeping. Instantly when I closed my eyes, my thoughts started creating the new levels. It took somewhat six hours before I could focus my thoughts and was able to get some real sleep.
Well, the thing got much worse last night. 90% of the night I thought I was a freaking SPE from the Cell-architecture! It took me like five hours before I could figure out what the hell was going on (I suppose that means the archtitecture will really be a hard platform to program). Everytime I closed my eyes, this "middle man" (I suppose that must be the PPE then) threw something at me and then I had to move that thing some meters. And my reward for doing that? 5-15 minutes of real sleeping. Too bad it took most of my night to figure out what I was supposed to do.
Not sure if the "dreams" of mine have some sort of a name. They act quite strangely, mainly because they start immediately after I close my eyes. It's like my brains are running sprints and I can't sleep because my head won't calm down. But the last night was a real pain. I tried keeping ~10 minutes pauses from the "sleeping" but it didn't help. I closed my eyes and boom, I was off. Next night should be an interesting one because we have this party where I have to attend. I can see it now. I'm going to be the liver, squishing these evil drops of alcohol.