side notes

Every Wednesday I take a nap, so today I thought I'd try some a WILD. I had three attempts in all.

The first isn't even worth mentioning.

During the second attempt, I began counting my breaths. As usual, I started to feel very relaxed around breath 60, and by 100 I had started seeing some swirly colors. Then I heard this noise like... I can't quite remember, kind of a buzzing, maybe, off to my right. I wondered if this was a hallucination, because it sounded like it was real, right there in the room. I tried to get my mind back on track counting. After a little, my hands, which were resting on my legs, started to feel like they had fused to me. I has all tingly and numb. I was sure I was going into SP, and got really excited, but still tried to calm down. I counted breaths and let my heart rate decrease, but nothing else seemed to happen. Then, my eyes opened on their own.

I was so frustrated! I was sure I had gotten close. I thought, maybe I was too awake, so I laid on my side and got sleepy and tried again. This time, I didn't have any visual hallucinations, either, but I'm sure there were audial ones, because after about 100 breaths again I heard this loud bass sound, like a car was blasting rap. I could almost feel it, and it was so loud. I started to lose track of where I was counting, and eventually the noise faded away. After that, I remember trying to lose track of my body, and focus inward, but I kept feeling like my hand was upside down. It was a weird sensation: I knew my hand was palm down on my leg, but it felt like it was palm up. I kept focusing on it, even thought I knew I shouldn't. I also lost myself in thought a lot, losing the number of breaths I had taken. Near 400-something, I gave up, knowing if I didn't stop, I'd just fall asleep.

Of course, after all three attempts, I did RCs.
Something to note, and I wrote about it in the forums. When I got up after the third attempt, I felt really nauseous and sick for about ten minutes.

I thought I'd post these, uninteresting as they are, because I left my real DJ at the other house. If I don't write about them, I'll regret it.