On the consequences of being completely nocturnal

I sometimes think that there's something wrong with me. I simply cannot function during the day.

Let me explain. I'm pretty sure I'm a completely nocturnal person. At night I have all the energy I need to lead a productive life; when it's dark out I'm just not tired at all, and I have the focus to practice for hours or work on a paper or do anything that's at all productive. During the day I'm either so sleepy it's all I can do to stay awake, or I'm fully awake but incapable of focusing as much as I know I can. And it's not dependent on how much I sleep; there have been times I've gotten more than eight hours of sleep every night for weeks and still felt like I was dying/a soulless empty shell of a person through the day.

(Of course I exaggerate, it's not nearly as bad as I'm making it sound. But still.)

I've pretty much given up on trying to solve my problem by going to bed earlier; all it does is cut down on my late night practicing time, which is crucial to my progress. When I go to the practice rooms during the day, I just feel sleepy. I've actually fallen asleep on the piano a few times this week during the day. But when I'm in a practice room at night, I'm just fine. My brain also gets completely confused when I go to bed at night; it takes a while for me to fall asleep because I can practically hear my brain going "What are you doing? Don't you know it's the wrong part of the day to sleep?"

In any case, my abnormal functionality doesn't like that I have 9 AM classes every day. Today I woke up eight minutes before class (Advanced Instrumental Conducting) started, and I stumbled out the door, still bleary-eyed. As soon my morning commitments were done with, I sped back to my room, set a few alarms, and threw myself back into bed for a much-needed nap.

Thus I had possibly the trippiest dream experience ever (which is saying quite a lot, considering I once had an Inception-style trip with five dreams nestled inside of each other). At some point I dreamed that I fell off of my bed and was sitting up on the floor. In my dream, my eyes were still closed, and I dimly thought, "I just fell off my bed. I should open my eyes."

I struggled so hard to open my eyes that in my dream, I opened them and saw this...

...which is my little tea station opposite of my bed.

However, I also made such a huge effort to open my eyes that I opened them in real life and saw this...

...which is a poster I designed that hangs right above my bed.

So to sum it up, I was dream-seeing one side of my bed, and real-life-seeing the other side of my bed, at the same time. Because my brain obviously didn't know quite what to do with two simultaneous sets of visual input, I ended up seeing the whole world skewed sideways with my postered wall as my ceiling, and the two sides of my room kind of sliced into each other, and it was just the most confusing thing ever.

I realize I might not have accurately conveyed the sheer trippiness of it all very well, so you just kind of have to take my word for it that it was really weird. I also realized that I might have to start figuring out how to function like a normal person. (Perhaps blogging at 1 AM is not the answer...)