This is exactly how my sleep schedule has evolved as well. And last night I just happened to have one of these vivid dreams described by the article. Then I wak

This is exactly how my sleep schedule has evolved as well. And last night I just happened to have one of these vivid dreams described by the article. Then I wake up and see the NatGeo article posted. Coincidence? No, I think everyone that participates in society has a rhythm that has been interrupted for the first time in a long time (many decades, see Eric Weinstein "Great Nap"), and the result is all of our cerebral hardware activating in the same way in order to make sense of this new normal. We are told it is temporary, but 3-4 weeks is required to form new habits, and the disruption has lasted that long for me. On top of all that, after waking at 4am (as you also have been), I look at my phone. Nothing. Then not 30 seconds later, someone replies to one of my YouTube comments on a battery chemistry video. (Bear in mind I am fresh out of a rather nightmarish vision, which from what I could tell was basically an assimilation of a lifetime of memories of every movie and video game situation ive ever experienced where there are hordes of invasive aliens or zombies. The implication of the scenarii was that I had access to plenty of guns and ammunition, but opted to go without because I did not think the situation was that bad. Then I realized it was perhaps worth worrying about and regretted being without a weapon, at which point I noticed all the invaders being attracted to a local heat source where they were destroyed, like Lost In Space (1998) where Joey from Friends overdrives the fusion core to distract and destroy the horde). So after I read the comment I am immediately wide awake and completely engaged with the parent thread and video. I get onto an abnormally focused research vector for a couple hours (no need for coffee), and buy a few chemicals to experiment with. Spent a few hours before the weird REM trip in a very long video chat with friends from way back in high school. I suppose nostalgia is like an antidepressant at this point (antidepressant implies sweeping the dirt under a rug, which makes the room look cleaner but what made it dirty is still in the room)