The past five nights I have probably slept better than I have in the past five weeks. That is not an exaggeration. Somehow since returning from the UK I’m averaging seven hours a night instead of one to two. Whilst I am more than happy, that my insomnia could eventually be coming to an end, it’s been rather strange to remember the dreams that have occurred these past few nights.
I know that dreams have a habit of recurring in theme but these are all about people from my past. People who I have long forgotten about, or they have, clearly just been too distant for me to remember during my rather hectic life these days. Some have reminded me to get in touch, whilst others I wish were as anonymous as they are within my dreams.
It’s not just seeing these people either. Also, there are moments which I have not thought of, words people have said to me which, just maybe, I have purposely locked away somewhere in my mind, so they cannot escape to cause me any harm.
All this raises the question of can we actually control our dreams? What ignites them to come alive and dance within our minds as we enter a deep sleep? Then again, it’s the unpredictability of the brain that makes dreams so fascinating. The beauty about having a dream that is out of our control is that we will wake up, and the comfort of reality will make us sit up, and think.
I am a happy insomniac right now who is in a period of sleep. It’s refreshing, gives me energy and allows me to dream, which, for me, is a absolute rarity. No matter how private the dreams are, my mind is once again active and energetic within the night.
Hello darkness my old friend!
