Thursday, August 23, 2018
Last night was no exception.
I move a fair bit in my sleep. I don't toss and turn and flair about- unlike one of my nieces, who has given her husband a few headbutts while asleep. I tend to roll in place more or less- from my left side to my back, to my right side, to my chest, then back to my left side. I do this so I don't stiffen up too much while sleeping since I'm aging, and my joints, etc aren't quite what they used to be.
My funny little pumpkin called a brain decided to ponder on this last night. I probably could've flipped the mental channel to a nice dream about what sort of action sequence to have while a particular song played, but I decided to see where this introspective path went.
Please allow me to say that I also like conducting the occasional experiment on myself in order to learn more about what sort of person I am, and why I do the things I do.
My brain realized that I had awoken to shuffle back onto the spot on the bed where I'd started my sleep. Knowing that I rolled in my sleep, it started asking questions that I honestly found interesting:
1. At what intervals do I roll onto the next portion of my body in the sequence?
2. How long does it take to complete one full "roll"?
3. How far do I roll during my sleep?
4. How long does it take me to roll that distance?
5. At what speed do I roll?
At this point, the lucid part of me stepped in and asked my sleeping scientific brain in a jar how we could find the answers to such questions.
And an experiment was devised.
Lay a stripped blanket on the floor for me to sleep on. The stripes would act as a "ruler" that could be used to measure the distance of my rolling and give us the figures necessary to calculate the speeds, etc. A video camera would be situated with a time stamp function to be used to visually record the rolling so that we can then do the measuring and calculating.
Once that was completed, my inquisitive squash called a brained asked, "Does weather influence the rolling?"
My response was to tell it to shut up since it was time to dream of what "Cujo" would've been like if a chihuahua had been used instead of a Saint Bernard.
Yes, that's how my brain works when I sleep...