u/nathanarcher4891

I've always been a natural night owl, and to add insult to injury, I naturally need a lot of sleep (around 9 hours) too.

I work a typical 9-5 job. So I have to wake up around 7.30 to 8 a.m. to get ready and arrive on time. But no matter what I do, I always sleep around 1 to 3 a.m. (sometimes sooner or later). So naturally I'm like a zombie in the mornings, and hear boxing bells when I bang my teaspoon on my mug.

I've tried everything. I worked out, tried to make myself tired. drank lavender tea and stuff that are supposed to make you sleepy. (haven't tried melatonin yet, cause I'm a bit prejudiced against pills and would rather make changes naturally, but that's just me) But nothing works! I feel like I'm slowly aging and melting away.

Has anyone else been in a similar situation? I'd appreciate some

This thing has bugged me all my life. How do some people have 48 hours in a day?!
Some people hang out with a 1000 friends, work, watch movies, spend time with family, and they're not even the grinding hard type. They just seem to have a lot of spare time on their hands.

Have you ever seen these kinds of people? Or maybe you are one yourself?

Please tell me how the hell you do it?? I never have any time to do any of these things that I like, and I'm always busy somehow and anxious about that. I'd appreciate any tips or perspectives.

ok, I know what you think, and it's not what you think. I don't mean just seeing a place and thinking oh this looks like my school but a little bit different. I mean that stuff too, but something much much deeper. hear me out:

I once dreamt that I was a medieval knight hanging out on a vast sunny green field on my horse. In the distance there was a mildly sloping hill that had a castle fort on top. There was no one around me for miles. The fort seemed empty and it had some small, hollow windows. For some reason I was drawn towards it and started picking up speed little by little.

Until suddenly, an arrow darted past my head. But instead of turning around, I started galloping harder with all my (horse's) might. A moment later, I looked up and thousands were raining down like a waterfall from the fort's windows (still seeing no one, btw). I dodged a few. But in a split second, two arrows landed in my armored chest, and the third one in my left eye. And I woke up (died).

The whole dream happened very fast but it had a very powerful impact on me for some reason. And I still don't know why I didn't turn around. The point of the dream was I wasn't me. That character was not me. I don't have his abilities, or his body. It was like spawning into the body of Michael Jackson and suddenly see that you're really good at singing and dancing. But that doesn't surprise or excite you. You can normally go on stage in front of millions as Michael did.

And not only that, I had an internal knowledge about myself. Like imagine this: Until I ask you what's your mother's name, you will not think about her name. You're thinking about what you're reading right now. But if I spawn into your body in dream, you still might not think about her name, but when I wake up, I will think oh and my mother's name in the dream was Lucy or something. Even though, no one said her name or nothing indicated that in the dream

I've had weirder dreams too, but i'm not gonna say them on reddit. this has happened to me a lot. And I'm not a superstitious guy or anything. But all of these experiences led me to wonder, are we living alternate realities in dreams? And if so, does that mean dreams are real? I mean real real, not just mind fabrications.

And I wanted to know I wasn't alone. so have you had any dreams like that, too?