My next question was going to be, is melatonin really nothing more than a dissociative…update 4

What's In Kay's Mind?: A good old fashioned Cocaine cocktail…updated

… like many cough medicines and why we are so affected by the wake/sleep cycles of others to whom we are psychically connected.  This means that during the day we tend not to dissociate unless we have been traumatized by some event of which we are unable to deal.   At night, or rather when the sun begins to set [well in the case of more primitive peoples as their sleep wake cycles are governed more by the rising and setting of the sun] or when we decide to lower the lights and start to relax we might start a process of dissociation, whereby we begin to project our daytime rational selves as melatonin is being released into our brains and our bodies become relaxed, catatonic like, and we fall to sleep.  This is the reason these chemicals administered exogenously fail over time to promote what they claim as they begin to increase the levels of stimulating chemicals like dopamine despite their other positive effects such as antioxidant activity.   The more you take the more you have to take.  And, since melatonin has a short half life in the body, about the length of REM sleep I am guessing, you might awaken after it has been used up, or GABA (if levels are adequate) takes over that further increases muscular relaxation, and you then fall into delta sleep.  So at once they may act like cocaine but they probably work in the brain like an orchestra one complementing the other at different times.  

Incoming – “listen mam, you are wrong", “give it to me”.

This means that with people we are connected to one might have difficulty sleeping.   An example would be having a connection to someone who is a nurse or medical professional who works at night in the bright lights of a hospital.   This works fine if you are a daylight person.   I have experienced this numerous times at my sister’s when visiting and we all are up during the daylight hours.   I rarely sleep as one of them is always dissociating and I am the recipient of that dissociation.   My father experienced this as well despite his blindness although I would guess his melatonin levels depleted after a period of time which affected his ability to sleep at all and became the case.  Blind people probably have high levels of melatonin but I am also guessing these deplete unless they consume higher than normal amounts of tryptophan throughout the day.

My experience with consuming tryptophan has been positive and negative.  Taken at night tryptophan will induce sleep but after several days of taking it one will become more alert as the sleepy phase wears off and the anti-depressant effects begin to work.   The same goes for daytime consumption, there is generally a mild phase of sleepiness followed by greater calm and alertness.   It might well be that tryptophan (serotonin) is also causing a degree of dissociation, splitting off the night time drowsiness we experience when we close our eyes and everything becomes dark.  So serotonin might be the daytime regulator of melatonin.   I have taken it at night frequently and after several days I was simply unable to sleep.  This might all work differently were it not for our psychic connections.   I am forced to sleep later and awaken later because of the projections of family members or neighbors and when I am not doing it my mother is.  I have gone without tryptophan and this makes things work better for me although anorexia becomes an issue as serotonin regulates the hypothalamus which controls appetite, thirst, body temperature, etc.

Update:   When I viewed the National Geographic video on Sleep Walking I was struck by the gentleman’s case in which he was charged with the brutal murder of his wife.  My first impression was that his neighbor was involved and might have unknowingly affected the man’s behavior.   Then as the story unfolded I learned he had difficulties on his job and he may have had primitive negative thoughts about his boss which he could easily have acted out on his wife in a state of sleep walking or maybe he was simply having an affair and wanted to get out of his marriage, but why not get a divorce?   Why not just leave?   Divorcing or leaving are rational ways of dealing with a problem including his job.  Fixing a pool pump in the middle of the night is irrational but on a Saturday afternoon would be quite rational.  

I recently discovered I might be connected to a woman who is from Chapel Hill.   In 1977, after an evening out at a night club, I had a little more to drink that usual and fell asleep on the sofa.  I had wet the sofa or bed in my youth and was admonished for it so I had some repressed memories that were expressed as anxiety about falling asleep and the fear of becoming too relaxed in order to keep from wetting the sofa or even bed for that matter as I was a bed wetter until age 12.  As a result, during the night I must have had to go to the bathroom of which I have no recollection, took a white ashtray off the coffee table, placed it on the floor and urinated in it.   I did it in this manner because during the late 60’s we had to use porcelain pots to go to the bathroom as we lived in a house with no bathroom for several months.   This resolved the mechanics of my actions but not the why of the event.  I recently learned my current neighbor who I knew nothing of at the time, during a time of racial unrest, had been prevented from using the public restroom in a local store and was asked to leave.  She left the store, got drunk, returned and proceeded to urinate in front of the store.  She was subsequently arrested by the sheriff (William Blake, sheriff of Orange County, NC, possibly related to my grandmother Eunice Blake) and jailed for one night.   I had been jailed overnight in 1977 as well, so this means the drama had been interrupted in which I was involved, not only was it interrupted but I was completely unconscious of the events occurring in my waking life which led to my behavior that night.  And since this discovery I have located a street in a small town in Massachusetts with the same last name as my neighbor.  I had been in Massachusetts briefly in 1975 after being discharged from the US Army and so the story goes on further into history, probably pre-Civil War.