Doing this, you get to know what the sensation of falling asleep feels like, much better than most people have occasion to.
Actually, I knew what it was like before I first did Uberman. The last sleep disorder I developed, the one that drove me over the edge, so to speak, and into the arms of polyphasism, was this curious problem: Every time I laid down to sleep, I would lay perfectly still and quiet my body. Some short time later I would feel a gentle sinking sensation, followed by a tingle that passed over my whole body, as if I’d sunk through a layer of fizzies. Once that had happened, my breathing and heartbeat and every other bodily function would slow to a crawl, and I knew for a fact that I was, in fact, asleep. …Except that the other part, where I lost consciousness, wouldn’t come. I could lay there as long as I wanted, trapped in what felt like a coma, but I wouldn’t actually go unconscious. I would listen to noises, think thoughts, feel my body locked down tight (I could move, but it was quite an effort at first, and by doing it I would almost certainly “wake myself up”). But I couldn’t actually lose consciousness. After the novelty of it wore off (a couple times, in other words), it became hellish. “Sleeping” was too boring to do for very long, and anyway even if I did, it wasn’t half as restful as it should be, because, well, I was awake for all of it. Pretty soon I would give up after about 20 minutes, and that’s how I ended up sleeping only 20 or 40 minutes a day for two weeks, and looking and probably acting like the walking dead, which led my best friend out of concern to search for a solution, and find what became the Uberman schedule.
It’s funny, I always thought the fact that I still felt the sensation of going to sleep when I *was* on Uberman was because I still had the sleep disorder, but my body was compensating somehow and letting me lose consciousness shortly thereafter. Today (all naps good so far), I realized that I can feel it again — the same exact sensation, except, thank the gods, shortly after the “tingle and shutdown”, I lose consciousness.
Interesting observatory powerz? Or yet another way in which I miserably fail the Normal Exams? Ah, well. I’ve got an icky little cafe and a buttload of Economics homework callin’ my name, so I’m out, yo. Ta!