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not by the zit on my chinny-chin-chin
Not getting enough beauty sleep is not good for one's complexion. Add to that extra sweets in the bloodstream and enough stress to get a rubber band from here to the moon. (get it? stress? stretch? wala na akong sense of humour!!!)
I bought this big bag of choc-nut so I could study last night. My logic? Sugar in the bloodstream keeps you up. So it was choc-nut (finished 16 big pieces), ten mugs of mint tea with coffeemate, solid coffeemate (it’s either yumm or gross, kinda like marmite) that was keeping me up from one am last night to seven this morning, studying for MIS finals(which went well because our big problem with ERDs for our defense yesterday turned up on the test today)and I was doing more programming for our Sumo game due tomorrow.
And I thought my week wasn’t so bad…
*Sigh*
At around seven, I decided I needed a power nap so I turned the volume of my computer down a bit (no radio/tv so my pc is the only thing keeping me sane--videos, dvds, music… I love my pc) and pulled the covers around me and a pillow over my head (something I learned to do when I slept over at my cousin’s place--they have a shih tzu that loves to get it on with your arm/leg/head/whatever’s available when you’re asleep) and tried to sleep for thirty minutes.
After two seconds I went into my first (that I remember) lucid dream. (Note: that’s lucid as in clear and not lurid as in dodgy!!!)I could see fast-moving waves that resembled visual representations of radio frequencies and I could hear radio stations getting passed through--like when you’re scanning the air waves for your favorite deejay. It was so weird, I was still half-awake so I tried to listen to the music coming from the pc. No match!!!
Drifted back into the place between being fully-awake and fully-asleep and still got the weird reception. It was as if the Sandman couldn’t find the dream I was supposed to be having so he was skimming through everything he had on file.
And then this really clear thought popped into my head: “Tune in to my frequency.” And I didn’t know if it was God or if it was just my bangag-ness being manifest (three hours of sleep can’t be good for the brain)… but it was just so strange and new.
I mean if God wants to talk to me who am I to say how He should or shouldn’t, right? (Speaking of--I highly recommend the book GOD.COM by James Langteaux--I think that’s his name)
Lemme just say Quiet Time will never be the “quiet” if we take the effort to tune in to God’s frequency. He’s broadcasting!
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