Most people have the light sleep, then the R.E.M. sleep and then the deep sleep that we know little about. For some reason I do not have that. The good thing is that I remember my dreams well, th bad thing is that I will die a lot younger.
Remembering dreams is a good thing, a shorter life.....lets call it a wash. Dreams are fascinating wonderful creations, I assume that since I am pretty creative in life that I am pretty creative in sleep. But since I remember my dreams far more easily then I have more memories in life.
The problem is that I wake up exhausted, everyday of my life. Exhaustion is not a bad thing in day to day life, it is fatal when the body can not recover. Aye, there lies the rub.
Another positive is that I am constantly, slightly in a dream like state. When my eyelids close and I relax I can see dreams just under the conscious level. If I were to surmise; we all have part of our brain in a dreamlike state constantly. Somehow when we awake that overwhelms our perception of the dream, but it is still there. In junior high I noticed that I could close my eyes and images would soon appear. Usually scenes from an isolated lake. Nothing going on at all, most of the time. But occasionally a bird, usually a cattle egret, will fly right past my vantage point. I jumped out of my seat in math class once when that happened but it was not that jump sometimes people get in their seats in math class.
But the birds often time noticed my presence and suddenly flew away. Once a fox walked near me and looked at me, sniffed me from a distance and trotted away. All this, playing behind my eyelids when I relaxed.
Lately, in the same type situationn I will close my eyes and be in a "pub". One that I do not recognize, I can vaguely hear people in the background but once and a while something will crash back in the kitchen or someone will tell a joke and I can almost hear actual words. They do not seem to mind that I am not talking, or I may be talking although I have not thought about that until right now. But they know I am there and they look over and smile at me often.
I could go on and on about this, but right now, Salma Hayak is waiting for me on the veranda in Quepos, Costa Rica and across the canyon Sergio Mendez and Brazil 66 is playing our song. And the more time I spend with her, the more time I can lead the life I want. Slow dancing with Salma Hayak.
