Whenever I study a chess book while in bed I always have these crazy end of the world type dreams.
Last night was a massive tidal wave which turned the victims into flesh eating zombies.
I of course survived the tidal wave and yes I even whooped some zombie a$$.
Last week it was bears eating everyone. I had to wake myself up from that one. It was too scary. :'(
Anyone else study in bed?
Originally posted by AutomatonYes.
Whenever I study a chess book while in bed I always have these crazy end of the world type dreams.
Last night was a massive tidal wave which turned the victims into flesh eating zombies.
I of course survived the tidal wave and yes I even whooped some zombie a$$.
Last week it was bears eating everyone. I had to wake myself up from that one. It was too scary. :'(
Anyone else study in bed?
Strangely enough I ran into crazy dreams as well.
I personally have made them die down by moving out theoretical study from that time of
night. Now its Polgar's 5334 before bed...
I used to enjoy Keres and Kotov before bed (The art of the Middle Game)
...yet somehow it yields uncomfortable dreams (as the author aforementioned)
When having trouble sleeping, i go through "Chess for Amateurs" by Reinfeld, and
basically just try and read through the mini's as far as i possibly can without a board
before I lose my spot. I usually fall asleep within only a few attempts 🙂
-GIN
I recently had a dream in which I was wandering around on what appeared to be an endless giant chessboard of alternating black and white squares which disappeared in the distance in a thick white fog that enveloped me on all sides. My voice would echo as I asked repeatedly if anyone could hear me, with ever growing anxiety. But nothing but dead silence greeted my desperate entreaties. My heartbeat and breathing increased as the agonizing minutes went by, but I had no way to tell time or direction. I was completely, totally, thoroughly lost. Then I gasped as I saw a strange figure approaching me, shrouded in the mist. Its gait seemed to be reasonably steady and measured so that helped to keep my fear somewhat in check, but my nerves were still on edge and I was ready to run at any moment. I was completely quiet in anticipation now, with all my senses at maximum intensity as it drew closer. Suddenly a scruffy old bearded man emerged a few feet from me, his intense eyes burning into mine. I gasped as I recognized the unmistakable face of deceased American chess icon Bobby Fischer!
