My first nap was at 6:15 PM today.  Well, it wasn't exactly a nap.  I'm not quite sure what you'd call it.  Frequently interrupted by both my mother and my younger brother, I never actually fell asleep.  Of course, I don't typically sleep in such short periods anyway.  This is going to take some time.  Steve Pavlina took a few days to first start feeling the REM sleep kick in in such short periods.

Actually, to be quite honest, I'm just a little afraid.  Maybe terrified.  It sounds painful, which isn't unexpected.  That is not what is scaring me.  It is the very nature of the Dymaxion Cycle.  Apparently, its inventor was a man who rode on dreams that always managed to crash to earth.  No other person alive has reported success with this cycle, and so I feel a bit beleaguered and discouraged.  A subtle terror of what might happen to my brain is starting to creep in.  I'm very protective of my mind, and I am also very conscious of its ability to run away on its own, leaving its owner in the dust, watching mournfully as it stumbles into every bear-trap, pungi-stick pit, and psychological minefield it can.

At the same time, there is a deep annoyance and begrudging acceptance to the mastery that monophasic sleep  has on my body that drives me to this extreme measure.  I grudgingly accept its call at around 12 AM (maybe 2 AM if I am pushing it), and feel it leave me with an uncomfortable taste in the back of my brain... and a crick in my neck.  I want to divorce myself from monophasic sleep for good.  It interferes with my work, and that is one thing that can make me furious.  Nothing is more stressful than falling asleep on your unfinished homework and waking up late for class.

I also just take great pleasure in the night and early dawn.  Those are my favorite moments of the 24-hour period, and I always seem to miss them.  Dawn is such a powerful event.  The fresh air just seeps into your lungs and refreshes your soul.  The light pushes away the darkness and gives you that just-showered feeling of renewal.  I would enjoy seeing more and more of those, without feeling like a groggy piece of crap.

Here it goes.  Down the polyphasic rabbit hole.  I hear it's a grueling trek, so I'm readying myself for the worst.  It's not like I haven't seen some pretty bad days at school.  You know, the ones where day and night seem to blend into an endless nightmare?  Those who feel interested in this blog probably know exactly what I'm talking about.