As a chronic insomniac (because of pain issues, sleep apnea, PLM otherwise known as Periodic Limb Movement, and a host of other "issues"), I have recently found myself spending more time with my eyes closed than awake whenever possible. It's been wonderful, quite frankly. Getting 8+ hours of sleep in a 24 hour period is a new phenomenon for me and one I had only read about in *health* magazines and fairy tales until recently!
And my dream life has become FAR more fascinating and productive than my awake time. I have been meeting with world leaders, flying around the world (without a plane, mind you...just my arms), not afflicted with Multiple Sclerosis, running long races through the countryside, etc. Who, in their right mind, would EVER want to give this up, i.e., WAKE UP?!?
Oh sure...some *skeptics* (hehe) might say my active dream time is simply the product of substance-induced, mind-altering chemicals that I take to PUT me to sleep. Naysayers. Whatever...I don't really CARE what is causing this latest fast track into the wonderful world of Disney Sleepland. I just don't want it to end. And if it weren't for the responsibilities of a job and a four-legged feline scratching at my bedroom door each morning to awaken me, I probably would STILL be dozing away in peaceful bliss!
But alas...the responsibilities of the awake and living world around me whisper in my ear, disturbing my wonderful Rip Van Winkle time and I must now turn my open eyes toward the business of my day. But as soon as this day ends, you know where you can find me.
I'll be walking Nightynight Lane, leaning into the open car windows of any sleep John who will have me, and selling my body and soul for those few precious hours of blissful delight. I'm not sure a Sleep Whore is supposed to enjoy her job...but it sure is a plus not to hate it...