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September 4, 2014

Cloud Nine

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I know the necessity of sleep and the science behind it.

However,  I don’t like sleep. Let’s forget how much time one may waste. Though am sure that some people waste a lot less time by being asleep. My main grievance with sleep are dreams. My dreams are god damn awful. All night (well, all five hours of it) I live another life whilst I am supposed to rest and regroup for another day full of folly and adventures I’d rather avoid. Can’t a woman have some peace?

I don’t know about you. I go to bed (only because I am tired) and then I lie there. Thinking. About stuff. Two minutes later I am asleep. It’s annoying. I’d rather think than sleep. Then I dream. These days I have taken to talking in my sleep which means I am woken by my own voice. So startled on waking I promptly forget my dream(s). As cost benefit goes it’s an accountant’s nightmare.

Some years ago I bought a Sony voice recorder. I don’t know why. I never record my voice. If I have something to say or on my mind I’ll write it down. Still, and may Sony listen, if a contraption were devised trapping/recording my dreams I’d work overtime.




  1. I love to sleep and look forward to both my siestas and night sleep. If I can manage it, I also cat nap on the sofa around mid morning.

    Comment by rummuser — September 4, 2014 @ 01:47 | Reply

    • I like cat naps – mid afternoon. They keep me sane. You could set a clock to my cat naps. I lie down, twenty minutes later (exactly) I am up and rearing to go again.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 4, 2014 @ 15:37 | Reply

      • Thatwas how I survived my early teaching career. Walk “home” and catnap for exactly 20 minutes. In later years I learned to put myself to sleep anywhere, preferably lying down but I have been known to put myself to sleep whilst standing on theunderground train.
        As for dreams…… some itmes, just occasonally I manage to do something amazing in my dream state. I won an olympic medal for swimming sideways once.
        Apparently I have always talked in my sleep…. mother (her again)would tell me that she would often ask me to tell her the truth about something when I was asleep.
        I used to “sell” outrageous things to fellow dorm mates in their sleep. An aircraft carrier on more than one occasion, memorably twice to th same person ….unless they were kidding me of course.

        Comment by magpie11 — September 4, 2014 @ 19:51 | Reply

  2. I love to sleep and dream – it irritates me when I think too much and cannot fall asleep. I have my share of “bad” dreams but the good ones make up for them in a big way. I do have a recurring dream about visiting the UK and hanging out with a fellow I share a website with – he always lives in a different part of London in my dreams. In reality he and his wife live in Darlington – never quite made it there.

    Comment by shackman — September 4, 2014 @ 13:28 | Reply

    • Let me know if and when you make it to Darlington. Have feet, will travel.

      The annoying thing about dreams that you could pickle them for posterity if you were being eased out of sleep gently. If awoken with a start, say a sudden noise, they evaporate. I hang onto them for a moment like you hang onto mist. Gone.

      Which reminds me, apropos of nothing: I know what a bladder is for. It gets you out of bed. You may resist the urge for so long. Then, at the last moment, you jump up only to find yourself with a head rush.

      Yes, Chuck, the body is a booby trap.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 4, 2014 @ 15:33 | Reply

      • Bladder? 1-05 am! 3-33/4 am ! then 5-27 am…. clockwork! (Diabetes)

        Comment by magpie11 — September 4, 2014 @ 19:54 | Reply

  3. Love the comments! I can identify with all of them–especially the shrunken bladder that I’ve developed.

    I don’t think sleep is a waste of time. Whatever my dreams hold for me (and I remember most of them because I dream vividly), there is usually some message in there for me to ponder. My brain never stops to rest. Neither does yours. It’s just that when you sleep, you have less control over where it (your brain) takes you. 😉

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — September 10, 2014 @ 17:55 | Reply

    • I am a serial dreamer. If I had to write down two, three or four recurrent themes you’d probably learn more about me than I want to know. One [theme], and it doesn’t abate, hasn’t done so for years: I pack bags, suitcases, a car, I pack up a whole house. I am always pressed for time. There is never enough room for everything. Or I run out of time should I need to catch a train. No one ever helps. Everyone just standing around, either watching or shouting at me to get on with it. Remember that song “Tragedy”? Probably by Abba. Well, if you want tragedy join me on my nightly journeys. Please only do bring hand luggage so someone can help carry my burden. Pathetic, I know.

      Sweet dreams, Lorna,


      Comment by bitchontheblog — September 10, 2014 @ 18:48 | Reply

      • I used to have a recurring dream about driving a car then the road vanishes into a body of water. Freaked me out every time. I haven’t had that dream since my divorce. Think there’s a connection? 😉

        Comment by Lorna's Voice — September 10, 2014 @ 20:43 | Reply

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