I barely made it through my 2-6am time of zombie-like lack of focus on anything that wasn’t total brain shutdown mode.
But somehow I did make it. And when 6am rolled around, I was so proud of myself. I really felt like I earned this upcoming ~20 minutes of sleep.
I was imagining how great I would feel after I woke up and had just enough REM sleep to recharge and get through my next block of time before I could sleep again.
Unfortunately, it didn’t go anything like that.
I woke up to no alarm around 9am. I was confused at first but I knew almost intuitively what happened. I was so exhausted from being awake for so many hours for so many days that sleep demanded it’s time in my life.
I felt sad initially because I thought I was doing so well. But this has to be one of the hardest things for a mere mortal to do alone.
So I took my pity party out into the world and sought food. I made it back to my hotel a little before 10am and dove into bed for that nap.
I recently awoke from my 6pm nap and every nap is still full of crazy dreams that feel so real that I wake up so confused that it was only a dream.
So I’ll forge ahead. I won’t quit today because I don’t think I should. And the first week is the hardest, if not the only hard part of becoming a polyphasic sleeper.
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What a fun post to read!!!!!!!