I was taking a hot shower, because for some reason that’s the only setting this shower was designed to use, being that the designer was a poop head whose head was full of poop (at the time, at least).
Without really thinking about it, I started disassembling one of my legs in my mind. I pulled it off from the knee down as if it were leprous, and started taking parts out as if I were some kinda cyborg. It was a little disconcerting. I did the same with the other leg.
Back when Aeoli was a lot less crazy, he would have stopped this immediately and pledged to sleep better. Instead, I let this little fantasy keep rolling, figuring it meant something. I realized that interpreting crazy dream fantasies about weird stuff happening to my body is probably a great way to figure out stuff my body is trying to tell my retardo-brain.
I took it a little farther, after noticing that my knee was pretty sore and twitching. So I took control of the directionless daydream like a lucid dream, took apart the knee, and held the aggravated part out in front of me. Probably this is the quadriceps extensor? It’s the soft bit of the knee just below the patellar bone (below, not anterior to). Gray’s Anatomy is kinda abstruse when used as a reference. Anyway, I massaged it with imaginary inviso-fingers, then reassembled the knee.
The twitching and soreness have subsided, at least for now.
This worked a lot better than my existing methods of relaxing muscles, and I wonder if there isn’t a wealth of neuromuscular control techniques like this stored away in my genetic memory, waiting to be discovered. This is my first indication that Tex was right about this as well.