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I get my eight hour blink come what may, and sleep like the dead. I'd rather hear a gun shot go off than my alarm clock - it's PAINFUL every morning to get up because I love sleep so much. It's damn near a hobby for me! I remember a few years ago when I was running about 40 miles a week, I'd sleep so hard that once I woke up with cobwebs around me! hahahahaahahahahaha........ I'm not kidding! I thought I was sleeping in Herman Munster's master bedroom!

It's painful getting up at 5:45 AM and sucks going to bed at 9:45 PM to get those 8 hours during work time. But I gotta have it.

My brother, on the other hand, can stay up until 1 in the morning and get up at 5. I have a good friend who is a teacher and I swear he never sleeps! When we were in grad school together, he went some 40 hours plus with no sleep! That would kill me.

I've been having trouble lately turning off the brain. I fall asleep at the computer or TV and go to bed. Then, my brain buzzes for a long time going over details of things that can wait but, I seem obcessed with...
Tylonel PM works, but .... don't want to become dependent on it.

I quit renting movies Hollywierd puts out these days because they put me to sleep. Try that!

I wake up a few minutes before the radio every morning; the radio alarm goes off at 4am.

On weekends, it's off, and I'll close my eyes and go back to sleep for awhile. If I'm not moving by 5am, I'll have a cat sitting on my chest and a dog nudging me. While there are times, when I'm truly exhausted, that I'll attempt to "ignore" the demands that I get up, I can't sleep like that anyway.

I tend to fall asleep in my chair, with book, or papers that I was correcting, or tv on, or all 3, around 9pm, nap, and wake up long enough to go to bed around 10:30.

I wake up at 5, when the alarm goes off. On the weekends, I generally sleep in until 7, while school is in session. If left to my own devices, I stay up late and get up at 8..... I like enough sleep, but during the school year I average seven hours.....which is not enough.

So, this morning, I was awake at 4:45am. On Sunday. I got up, started a pot of tea, fed the dog and cat, and curled up in my chair with a book.

And promptly went back to sleep. And had the following dream:

It was Sunday morning. I was out in the front pasture. In the pasture was a large 2 story decrepit building; sort of a combination of my house, barn, and shop. I knew I was supposed to spend the day cleaning and repairing it, and wondered where my adult son was; he was supposed to help.

Just about the time I picked up my tools, here came a woman down the drive. A woman with a dozen kids marching in line behind her. The kids came up, greeted me, shook my hand, and I smiled, thinking, "uh-oh. You knew better than to leave the gate open on Sunday morning." The kids then presented their cause, and said they were there to earn money by doing chores for me.

I don't remember the cause they were fund raising for. I remember thinking, "I sure have plenty for them to do, but where do I get the money to pay them?" I couldn't say no, and they scattered out to work. I turned back, picked up my tools, and heard a sound behind me. There was a woman, the parent of a student, looking more than "down and out." She said she was there to beg for a day's work to pay for food for her and her son, my student. I'm panicking, knowing I can't pay the mortgage if I keep paying for all this help.

Before I can answer her, I hear a sound, and there is the whole cross-country team, with all the dads who are assistant coaching, marching into the other front pasture with rakes and shovels. It's true that pasture needs many man hours of work. I KNOW I can't pay these guys. They don't seem to care; they wave, march by, and begin to sing "Hava Nagila."

None of them are Jewish. Neither am I. I turn around, and there is the hard-luck woman, with a bucket and a mop, mopping the floor. Just as I start to say something to her, my son rushes in. He's been running an errand, and is now back. He pushes past me and confronts this woman. Apparently, when he pulled up, there were police cars out front looking for her. He roars, "Did you think you could take advantage of my mom and hide out here to avoid jail?" The song from the other pasture grows louder, and my son looks momentarily confused. He glances at me, at the kids running around with rakes and shovels, and back to the woman. She raises the mop like a weapon and tells him to "bring it on."

I wake up. My sleep pattern is irrevocably broken for the weekend. 8O

I sort of fit both categories in your poll.

I wake up within 10 minutes of 6:00 A.M. every single day. That was my standard "getting up" time from high school, through college, and up until last year.

This year I started getting up at 6:30 for work. I set my clock at 6:30, and I'll sometimes doze back off after I initially wake up at 6:00. On Sundays we get up at 9:30, so I have to set the clock then, too.

As long as I get up at 6:00, I'm fine. Once I lay back down or doze back off, I have to have a clock to wake me up.

Sleep ROCKS!!!!

I like to sleep. I just had a nap...happy sigh. I tend to wake up at 5:50 because that's when we wake up to take the dog for a walk every morning or is she taking us for a walk? It used to be that I woke up seconds before the clock radio started but as it gets darker and darker, I have a harder time waking up. I sleep with earplugs on as MrBunny's other name is MrSnoringMan. He wakes up with the clock radio--set on a quiet classical station--and then shakes my foot to wake me up. He's learned in 15 years of marriage not to touch me anywhere near my upper body when I'm asleep because I'll get startled and rear up in panic flailing my arms around and hitting anything (anyone) within arms reach. Apparently, touching my foot doesn't panic me and it saves MrBunny from bruising. If it's a morning when we decide not to walk the dog, I do the 9 minute snooze button and doze. MrBunny, who can fall asleep in seconds, goes back to sleep for 9 minutes.