I awoke yesterday morning at the exact time I told myself to awaken, despite the fact that it was after less than 6 hrs. of sleep. Later in the day, I closed my eyes and began to dream, without sleeping. As R.E.M. propensity is greatest late in sleep, truncating your sleep can lead to a buildup of REM pressure. Alcohol supresses REM, and detoxing alcoholics experience vivid REM episodes in the delirium tremens. Myself, I was just wishing that I could have written down the stories I was composing in my head. It was quite nice to be behind the dreaming for a change. Rather than just experiencing events, I was selecting strands of probability from story-space. Story-space is where the hypothetical lives. If time is higher than the third dimension, and is orthogonal to 3-space, probability is orthogonal to time. As points on a graph proceed forward on the time axis, they proceed outward, off the page, in probability. Well, it looks cool in my head. But story space is just a neat place where realities float by like wisps of fate's thread and you can pluck them from the ether and weave them into stories. Trust me, it's slick. I've got to wonder, though, if any writers use REM deprivation as a strategy to enhance the vividness of daydreams.
I wish, at times, that I could be two different people; one for writing, and one for editing. I need to divorce myself from loving everything I write (or refusing to write anything I don't love), so that I can actually get shit done. Fucking perfectionism isn't even perfect itself. What a hypocritical ass!