It would appear that Ambien, the drug that makes you fall asleep, did not have the desired effect on me. I will try to explain what happened.
THere I was laying in bed, having taken the drug, slowly breathing and thinking about the movie. You know, going through the scenes and stuff, and I starting singing "Oh my darlin oh my darlin oh my darlin Clementine, la la la la la la la la la..." and then something happened. I'm unclear of what happened, but the next thing I knew I was imagining a cannon going off just...A small cannon, firing a small shiny ball into the air. And the sound whenever the cannon fired. And suddenly, for a single instance of a moment, a thought went through my head that said "What? What's This? What about that great movie?" And just like that, I was free from the Ambien's web of sleep. For about an hour and a half now, I have been experiencing....Imagination Overload/Overtake, I call it. My imagination has taken over my body and mouth, and the limits how far my imagination could run expanded 3 times it's original size. Like, one time in English class the teacher gave to each of us a shiny pebble stone and said, "Write a story about those. Try to make it longer than 2 pages, please." I never got it done, because I couldn't think of a good plot. By the time the stories were due, all I had was the very beginning, which was all about associating the reader with the main character. She was merciful enough to give me a 40 for effort. Anyways, in about 30 minutes in this ultra-imagination mode, I had created the perfect plot, characters, and scenes for the story I originally coud not create.
Im gonna try to sleep again, I hope this ambien stuff puts me to sleep eventually. Just wanteds you guys to know, this power of Imagination is overwhelmingly cool.
THere I was laying in bed, having taken the drug, slowly breathing and thinking about the movie. You know, going through the scenes and stuff, and I starting singing "Oh my darlin oh my darlin oh my darlin Clementine, la la la la la la la la la..." and then something happened. I'm unclear of what happened, but the next thing I knew I was imagining a cannon going off just...A small cannon, firing a small shiny ball into the air. And the sound whenever the cannon fired. And suddenly, for a single instance of a moment, a thought went through my head that said "What? What's This? What about that great movie?" And just like that, I was free from the Ambien's web of sleep. For about an hour and a half now, I have been experiencing....Imagination Overload/Overtake, I call it. My imagination has taken over my body and mouth, and the limits how far my imagination could run expanded 3 times it's original size. Like, one time in English class the teacher gave to each of us a shiny pebble stone and said, "Write a story about those. Try to make it longer than 2 pages, please." I never got it done, because I couldn't think of a good plot. By the time the stories were due, all I had was the very beginning, which was all about associating the reader with the main character. She was merciful enough to give me a 40 for effort. Anyways, in about 30 minutes in this ultra-imagination mode, I had created the perfect plot, characters, and scenes for the story I originally coud not create.
Im gonna try to sleep again, I hope this ambien stuff puts me to sleep eventually. Just wanteds you guys to know, this power of Imagination is overwhelmingly cool.
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