Sleepless

I read a book a long time ago called “Beggars in Spain”. It was a science fiction novel about a group of people who could never sleep. I think it would be strange to never sleep. I love sleeping, and dreaming. Sleeping renews me, gives me a fresh start every day.

Even animals sleep and dream. It seems to be a necessary part of life, perhaps a necessary part of our regenerative capabilities. It seems to be necessary for our mental health as well. I have stayed up for four days at the most. My mental health deteriorated quite rapidly at those times. If I stay up more than two days at a time, I begin to have hallucinations and delusions.

Sometimes I wonder if reality is really God just dreaming. The hindu Maya is a similar belief.

My dreams are often, most of the time, strange. And they are always different, and strange in different ways. Well not ALWAYS different. Occasionally I will have recurring dreamscapes, where I revisit familiar but strange worlds and situations.

This is one of those mornings where I haven’t slept much the night before, but not quite to the point of insomnia. I will be feeling it later for sure.