There are times when I wake up with a start as if the entire night was months in period and I must have slept all that period. The eyes remain close and mouth open, sucking in air. As the eyes open they see two images and they move back and forth in those images. In one they are in a process that seems to be going on for months now, and in other only objects without anything to do, a fan, a pillow and a body. In first there are pleasures or sorrows or other experiences yet unnamed. The other nothing. Perceptions wanting to stay back all the time. Responsibility then starts kicking in and that seems like a punishments sometimes.