I woke up with a little hang over. Not from drinking alcohol but from the my neighbor's incessant singing plus the microphones high pitched feed backs. It's not really pain but more of a dazed and confused sensation, exhausted.
And I'm still drinking my coffee when the damned videoke machine started playing again. Heavens and the Hallways of Valhalla, when will they stop the torture. Congress ought to pass a bill restricting videoke machine operation to 100 kilometers radius away from populated areas.
Anyway...
The ears is the most sensitive sense organ of the body. I am not a doctor or a scientist but speaking for my own, I say it is.
The ears do not sleep that's why the noise that we hear during sleep affect our health. It short circuits our neurons and by creating ultrasonic vibrations that hamper the electrical impulses which transmit signals through out our body-like a short circuit, I guess. Whatever...
When we sleep, these neural activity slows down. The voltage,or the ampere, or the ohms or whatever electrical unit it is they use to measure impulses, tones down.
They are in a state of dormancy like a TV with the power shut down but the red light is still on, press the remote and the TV pops back to life.
With a videoke machine pumping out those midi-format-drone-like accompaniment plus the out of tune, out of pitch, out of timing and out of space singing, the vibrations excite the neuron transmitters in our head.
Our body is asleep but our brain is working overtime deciphering what's going on around it, what it is hearing.
The neurons can't make up its mind if it should wake up the resting the body because it is threatened by a lethtal weapon, a sonic disruptor of some sort, or to let it sleep and rest, which the neurons also need.
This constant data analysis spends energy, instead of our body re-charging our body is discharging energy. Which explains why I or we feel exhausted the morning after our neighbors singing binge.
I read an essay about the soul written by a guy who I completely forgot. He theorized that inside our physical body there is someone o something or an entity that does not sleep. He calls this the soul. Proof of this is that we dream.
Okay, I'm buying that.
That explains many things like how I always dream of being having superpowers like flying and superhuman strength yet at the face of the enemy my superpowers falters.
I had this very realistic dream of me at the top of our coconut trees floating in the air a la Superman. I was disoriented first but then realized I could control flight by mere thinking about it.
I am afraid of heights, so, I had to slowly rise, rooftop level, then a hundred feet, then I enjoyed it and I flew to the clouds but then got afraid and came back down to our house because I may get lost and land in some foreign country. It was fun. I landed in our street happy , my neighbors in awe.
Then shit happened, zombies started coming out to attack the neighborhood, I started to run and took off, but instead of rocketing like a bullet, I ended up flying two feet above the ground, my chest almost touching the concrete pavement. Now, why does that almost always happens in my dream?
Back to the soul thing. According to this guy, it is the soul that wakes us up. It is the soul that travels out of our body to roam around at night.
And my time is up and I'm going to church. Another aural torture session...
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