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Shaken Not Stirred

2/24/2021

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It is the middle of the night and I have tossed and turned for over an hour. My back is aching, my feet are threatening major-league cramps, and my brain will not stop lusting over the new ice cream/frozen cocktail machine I read about last week. I grab my phone to record funny little snippets about jellybeans and fishbowls that just flashed through my mind when it hits me. Why in the bloody hell do I become my most creative at 3:00 a.m.?
                                                                                                                
And there it is. A Google search about sleep and creativity returns multiple theories. Imagine that. One confirms that research suggests we are most clear and creative when we have recently awakened from REM sleep. Tell that to my aching back and crampy feet that have robbed me of anything close to REM sleep tonight.
 
Another theory teaches when tired at night, your frontal lobe is missing vital energy signals that spark distraction, leaving you slightly more creatively focused than usual. It goes on to say that the creative response your brain has when tired is exactly the same as when you drink alcohol. Well, well. Now we're talking. I want desperately to sleep but my frontal lobe has decided to serve up martinis instead. I'll have mine shaken, not stirred, thank you.
 
I also question what silence has to do with creativity. Except for the tinnitus echoing ominous Gregorian chants deep in my ears, it’s a quiet night. It is common knowledge that silence relieves stress and tension, and mindful meditation allows us access to our innate imagination and creativity. Scientific research also found that when exposing mice to two hours of silence per day new cells developed in the hippocampus - the brain region associated with memory, emotion, and learning. Perhaps I need to find my two hours of silence during the day and add a cheese tray to complement the martinis. Problem solved!
 
All this nonsense, however, does make me pause in nostalgic reflection. Throughout my secondary and collegiate studies, and long into my 30's and 40's, I rarely slept for more than four or five hours every night. I simply did not need more to feel revitalized every day. And, I can honestly say I do not recall bouts of sleeplessness. I ran like a freight train until I dropped and slept without interruption. Even though an aging body probably does need more rest, I push the envelope too often and give in to an early bedtime. All theories aside, I am simply at my best after about five hours of sleep. Will someone please tell that to my body?
 
So, there are a couple of immediate lessons I have learned from this exercise. First of all, if you search the internet long enough you can find logic to support any result you want. I wonder if I could be awarded a federal multimillion-dollar grant to prove it? Secondly, there is no logic why I don't just put my phone down and go to sleep! None. Zero. Zilch.
 
But without an inspirational or funny retort, I cannot end today’s blog. So, let me report that I will soon have some very sweet and savvy insights into jellybeans and fishbowls courtesy of this sleepless night. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
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Terry
2/24/2021 07:49:59 am

Yet another chance to delve into the inner mind of truly a mad woman. I share somevof the same thoughts sn issues. Not the cramping feet or aching back though.
My sleep is pretty much regulated by my day. Always in bed before 10, I always awaken by nature's alarm clock everyday. It's some bird that sits in the tree and starts his horrible squawking just before sun rise. Its natures alarm clock for me.
Insofar as sleep, I am an avid dreamer. I dream almost every night and the main theme is that it's always an adventure. Once in awhile it involves a woman sharing carnal knowledge, but mostly not. There is one thing I share with many dreams is my ability to fly. I take a deep breath and elevate above the ground and float wherever the dreams take me. I have often wondered if this has significant meaning but have come to compare it with the neutral buoyancy effect in scuba diving. Hopefully that is where it comes from and not some latent tendency to climb into a school tower and shoot college students. Pray for the first option.
Good rant and, as always. Food for thought and comparison.

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Jacque Stratman
2/24/2021 08:21:36 am

A mad women, eh? My immediate thought is that is takes one to know one, well a mad person that is. Strangely, I have another blog I'm working on about dreams so I'm sure we'll revisit this topic soon. I did read once that dreaming about flying could mean you are craving for stability in your life. Hmmm... you know what they say. If the shoe fits... ***harharsnort***

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RLH link
2/24/2021 10:14:43 am

JJS

Like minds...SCARY! And it is still a regular event for me as well. I used to tell friends (the very few who were privy to the presence of uncanny genius, of course) how I wished I could find someone - an engineer, perhaps - who could help design a helmet one could wear to bed that would record our thoughts and dreams...for later reference. I mean, some of the ideas were/are abolooley...BRILLIANT!

Whereas there were strong positives for the project, a second consideration exposed what I will kindly refer to as...dangerous (possibly incarceration-causing) negatives...think about it....

That being said, at my (our) age (assuming senility is viewed as a sound defense), it may be an idea worth re-visiting....

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Jacque Stratman
2/24/2021 10:46:57 am

RLH. Quickly, on a side note, my(our) age is not synonymous. ***harharsnort*** Sadly, most of my creative thoughts I don't believe are dream generated. I just wake up and voila - weird and quirky tidbits pop into my head. I sometimes believe that I am so brain dead during sound sleep that your helmet would prove non-productive. Some might suggest I'm brain dead while awake too, so moot point! But I do buy into the great minds thing...

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