They did a study and found out that the longer someone goes without sleep, the more toxins build up in the body, and after a while, you will inevitably die, since those toxins are somehow only eradicated during sleep. Your immune system will also decline with extended sleep deprivation, since most things done that have anything to do with the immune system are done during sleep.
Nobody really knows what causes dreams, but they think it's just your mind's thoughts during sleep, but I doubt that, because I dream about stuff that my conscious mind isn't even capable of sometimes. Like once, I had a dream where I was in some kind of store with high shelves, and high up on one shelf was a painting of a herd of horses, and this painting looked
exactly like a picture I had looked at that very day, maybe 10 hours before I went to sleep. Down to every detail, it
was that picture. As with anybody else, my conscious mind does not have the capacity to remember a picture down to every exact detail, right in my head, but it happened in that dream, leading me to believe that the human mind is much more detailed, accurate and sharp during sleep than it could ever be consciously.
Most of my dreams are about something definite, but are really random and weird and don't make sense in some areas. Last night I remember dreaming that we were moving. Why, I don't know. But I remember putting the stuff in the minivan, and I remember my CPs. I actually had to put the greenhouse in the car (I have no idea how I managed that), and then I remember bringing the fluorescent tank out, but instead of how it really is (gravel in the bottom for better water retention and all the plants in trays), the plants were not in trays and there was no gravel and there was several inches of distilled water in the bottom. Then, later in the dream, I remember looking around the empty house, and it was dark, and the wicker/glass table in the dining room was still there for some reason, and I dreaded leaving. Then I woke up and realized it was a dream.
Later, after I went back to sleep, I remember going horseback riding. It was a trail ride at the ranch, with the ranch owner, Shirley, and my grandmother (...O_O...). I remember, towards the end, we were in a wooded area, and I thought Shirley had gotten way ahead of us, and my grandmother told me to go ahead in the direction Shirley went and that she would catch up, so I went ahead at a lope (the gait in between a trot and a gallop, referred to as a "canter" in English riding), ducking lots of banana spiders in the trees (which really does happen alot). I remember ALMOST waking up at one moment, but I was still in the dream, and I remember somebody saying "One of the biggest human fears is that there are spiders in your hair." Then I went deeper into sleep and remember coming out of the woods and turning around and looking, and I saw Shirley coming out behind me, about 30 yards back. I told her I thought she got ahead of us, so I sped up. I don't remember anything after that, but later in the dream, I remember Shirley again, saying something to someone (maybe my grandparents) about me being an unusually good rider, and then I remember being in the car, driving somewhere, and we stopped at a small, old-fashioned store or something, and suddenly I was riding a horse instead of in the car, and I stopped at a hitching rail and got off. I remember walking through this place.. I was wearing my Western boots, that's all I remember.
"Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask."
—Fox Mulder
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Quote[/b] ]For some reason it reminds me of an anecdote. About 30 years ago the head coach of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers was being interviewed, after going 0-14 for the season. During the interview he was asked about the execution of his team. He said he was in favor of it.