What were your last thoughts before sleeping, and first thoughts after waking?

I'm not sure if this has been done here.


My last thought last night was, "I hope I don't stop breathing in my sleep and die. Please, God, if I die, keep me. Catch me when I fall. " *image of childhood swim instructors, fear of diving boards, dark blue deep end, wet feet, splashes and cold skin, being left to plunge alone where it is dark and I can't breathe, fear of nightmares and of being asleep, fear of death, vague voices whispering words that mean things other than their meanings*

My first thought this morning was,"I wonder what the mystical implications are of having that kind of kundalini-awakening experience in a dream."

Last thoughts before going off to sleep last night: I want it, but I can't handle moving toward it at such a fast speed. But then if I move too slowly, I may never get to it at all. It may just wash away.

First thought after waking up: I wonder what time it is...?

Last thoughts before going off to sleep last night: Did I set the alarm?

First thought after waking up: 20 more minutes, I promise.

Before sleep: Why the hell is my alarm clock so bright?

After waking: Why is it so dark outside this morning? Wheres the sun?

Before sleep: Fuckin' tired, I hate everyone, Emily is good though. Love Emily.
After waking: Why am I awake? I slept hard. Shit, I didn't miss a call last night did I?

Before sleep: Holy shit I'm so insanely tired.
After waking: Holy shit I'm so insanely tired.

Before sleeping: You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away (Hand to God, I take a bullet train to my subconscious)

After waking: *long stream of expletives*

My last thought before falling asleep: Need to sleep. Need to sleep. Need to sleep.

My first thought after waking up: Need to sleep. Need to sleep. Need to sleep.

Before sleep - naughty things.

When I woke up - "no way it's time to get up"

Last thoughts before sleeping: I wish I had more space and didn't have to keep these art supplies and musical instruments here, because my legs are hanging off of the bed to make room for them. *sigh* If I were any good at building things, I'd make a storage shed for the things that aren't mine here, so I wouldn't have to sleep in a full bed. Maybe if I fantasize about being cuddly with someone, I won't need to stretch out. Cuddling with whom? hmmmmm?

Oh crap. Please not that again. No. It was nice getting to explore ideas last night. I think I'll fantasize about talking instead.


First thoughts upon waking: Fuck. Do they have to be so noisy every morning? Just once I would like to feel well-rested. It's not even light yet, and they've got the television going, are talking between rooms, knocking things around in the kitchen, and they're going to expect me to have gotten something done today by the time they get home, so it's not like I can even nap later to make up for it. I'm so exhausted from not getting enough sleep.