In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”
I love my bed… and often during the day look forward to that moment when I get to crawl into it and rustle my feet about under the smooth cotton sheets. I could spend hours and hours in my bed, surrounded by my books, my journal, my laptop, a cup of tea, sitting propped up with my head resting on my favorite pillow.
I equally enjoy my sleep. Sleeping to me is like being as comfortable as I can be but at the same time having an inner repose that does not compare to any other experience I may have in my body. I am thrilled when I remember a dream… Dreams are very interesting to me and I twice belonged to a dream group that gathered twice a month for the purpose of sharing and analyzing our dreams. To this day I record my dreams, and only wish I remembered all of them. As far as I understand we dream every night, unfortunately I consider myself lucky if I remember one a week. Dreams are amazing things… Anything can happen I a dream. As a child I had nightmares on a regular basis, and I remember wishing I did not dream at all. More often than not there were scary or bad men in dark coats and black hats chasing me and I would try to escape them. The most pleasurable, inspiring and sentient dreams I have had were my flying dreams. I have not had one for a very long time, but sometimes when I am in a state of lucid dreaming I place myself on top of a hill and run as fast as I can then jump up to catch an air current and attempt a lift off. Only once did that method work . My dreams are strange and it is really helpful to have other people comment on them.. a new and fresh perspective…sometimes I do not know what to make of them. For example there was the time I dreamt of having a shower but all the while I held a small suitcase in my left hand. When I opened the suitcase I saw a cute little pink piglet in it. I then became very concerned over it’s well being. Then there was the time I was in a canoe on a beautiful lake, as I paddled close to the shore I noticed a huge pile of rocks, the longer I stared at these rocks the more I saw movement, and one by one the rocks stirred and became deer and walked away. I love dreaming now and wish I was astute at understanding them because I believe that it is my subconscious communicating with me in the only language it uses … the language of symbols. I have also come to understand that the reason a dream gets so frightening that it wakes you up, is because your subconscious has an important message for you and wants to ensure that you remember it.
I love my bed, my sleep, and my dreams…. I am glad have befriended all of these. Sleep has a huge impact on my mood, my tolerance, my appetite, and my feeling of well being.. Eight hours is ideal for me, seven is doable, but less than 6 and I am operating behind the eight ball… ( I do not know what that really means, but think it is not so good ).
And now, I wish you all a good night and sweet dreams.