"...for a bird of the air will carry your voice, or some winged creature tell the matter..." --Ecclesiastes 10:20

Who is this mysterious winged creature? Light hearted as the air, she laughes at world, the wise, and herself - but watch out if you tread on the humble or the meek. You may find This Winged Creature has told the matter...

Wed Oct 18, 2006

The Land of Dreams [Interior Life]


I think that poor quality sleep might be the reason why I have such linear dreams. What I mean is that I don’t think that the part of my brain which tries to make things make sense is completely turned off when I am having dreams like the White House dream. In fact, with that dream I sort of fell asleep for a little while, woke up, lay there, petted the dog, and listened for the clock to chime and then fell back to sleep….so while I’m laying there not sleeping I remember the dream and that’s why I remember it the next day. During an average night I wake up at least three times and at least once a night I wake up enough to locate the bathroom/ a medical article/ an appropriate part of the dog to pet. Did you know that if you pet a mastiff in his sleep his tail still wags? Weird....

But I still have plenty of dreams of the non-linear kind. You know, like the one where there was a crazy mad scientist / magician at The Depot who turned The Hub into a woman (albeit not a very attractive one at 6ft 4 and with five o’clock shadow) so the police wanted to question me about his disappearance, so I hid out among the Amish people wearing nothing but a bright orange highway cone (and I didn’t stand out at all! Hmmm.) and then decided to try to get home so I broke into an abandoned gas station which was actually a log cabin inside and I found a white nightgown that I put on. Then, someone was coming, so I ran outside and hid in a tree stump which was shaped like a skull and when the person left, I ran into a shop where some guy was air brushing religious figures on tee shirts he was trying to sell and he began to chase me because he thought that I was St. Theresa of the Little Ways.

No wonder I wake up tired.

I once heard a story that Salvadore Dali wouldn’t let himself sleep at night. He’d sit up with a spoon in his hand and when he began to drift off the spoon would hit the floor and make a noise and rouse him, and it was those images he saw in his mind when he was drowsing that he painted. I have no idea if this is true or not, but it doesn’t sound very healthy. I guess he was suffering for his art.

That sounds so much more romantic than insomnia!


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Comments

seriously. what do you eat before you go to sleep at night? ;)

Posted by: donna at October 18, 2006 6:22 PM

maybe it's the earl grey tea.

Posted by: tea at October 18, 2006 8:52 PM

It sounds like you may not be getting enough deep sleep.

Posted by: Theresa at October 19, 2006 10:43 AM

I seem to remember a mention of serotonin supplements (active ingredient - tryptophan, the stuff in your Thanksgiving turkey that makes you all sleepy). Some people report very vivid and intense dreams when using them.

Posted by: RobAtSGH at October 19, 2006 11:13 PM

You gotta stop eating all of that turkey just before bed. ;-D

Posted by: Theresa at October 20, 2006 7:43 AM