As a kid I was a bit of an insomniac, had an overly imaginative and active mind which translated to less sleep. During primary school my best friend (also named Michael) took open hand karate. I wanted to do it but our family (Mom, Grams, and I) were pretty poor back then and couldn’t afford it. My best friends parents paid for my classes, they were cool like that. Plus, they liked me being around their kid, one of the few times I was a good influence.
Before and after those sessions we’d do deep meditative breathing. It was the most relaxed I’ve ever been in my life. After a couple months of taking these sessions I started to learn to fall asleep by doing this practiced breathing. That’s probably why I’m so zen’d out today. That also marked one of the first times I remember having dreams, very vivid ones. Ever since then I’ve kept a notebook near my bed and jotted down my dreams. I always found that after 15–20 minutes because I tend to forget them.
I have like 15 years of dream notes to sift through. I’m curious how many of these could be translated into Dragged Away levels. We’ll just have to see.