I haven’t been sleeping very well lately and it’s really beginning to aggravate me because I love sleeping so much. I mean, I really love it. Not in a being lazy way though. Just in a feeling of comfort and sense of well being way. If that even makes any sense?
And I have THE most amazing bed on the planet. Ask anyone who’s been in it. I don’t mean in it like that. But that’s good in it too. 😉 Not that a whole lot of that has been going on in it lately. *Sigh* But anyway, moving right along…
Here’s someone who’s been in it. My sweet kitty, Baby. And I know if she could talk she would testify that it is the most amazing bed on the planet. She sure sleeps in it enough…
My bed truly is so wonderful and comfortable though. I think it’s really important to have a good bed and to get a good nights sleep, and I believe it greatly affects other areas of a person’s health and life if they don’t. I know it’s certainly affecting mine at the moment.
Over the years I’ve done a lot to try and create an atmosphere of restfulness and relaxation for myself when it comes to sleeping well, but it really is mostly all about my bed. Oh how I love being in my bed, especially after I’ve fluffed up all my bedding and put on a fresh set of soft sheets… ah, sooo comfy. I also have various lavender filled/scented paraphernalia surrounding my bed. Mmm Lavender. The scent of lavender my dear friends, is absolute pure and tranquil bliss to me. See my earlier post “For the Love of Lavender ♥” and that will give you some idea of how I feel about it.
So with this amazing bed and all this lavender all over the place, why haven’t I been sleeping very well lately? Well, I think it’s because I’ve been upset and have had things bothering me. I’m finding it more of a challenge to feel content or peaceful in general, so I guess maybe that has carried over to my ability to sleep as well. It’s interesting to me though because, I’ve went through a lot worse in the past and haven’t lost sleep over it. I mean, yeah, there have been times here and there along the way, but this has been going on now for quite a while here. I really hope it improves soon.
But none of that is actually what I intended to write about. I only brought all of that up because of a funny/strange thing that has been happening in regard to my sleeping lately…
I’m texting messages to myself on the notepad function on my cell phone during the night while I’m asleep! All my life I have always had a very vivid and imaginative dream life. Maybe everyone does, I don’t know, but I’ve never done something like this before. I don’t know if I should be amused or concerned. I guess I’m mostly amused, but when I told my daughter about it the other day she thought it was super creepy, so that made me feel slightly concerned. I’m definitely intrigued.
I think the psyche is so fascinating, and I wish we could know more, but I feel that most of it is just educated guessing. And as for dreams, we may never fully know what they mean, but I’m sure they must be meant to help us in some way.
I had a dream once that came true. Well, it was more of an after dream/vision of something that had already happened. And I wasn’t fully asleep when I had it so I’m not sure if it can really be classified as a “dream,” but I was in bed falling asleep at the time. I found myself back at work, watching an actual situation from my day. It was from a brief conversation that had taken place between myself and two co-workers that day. I saw myself talking with them, exactly as I really had that day, and then I watched myself leave the room. But I was still there and I saw and heard the conversation they had with each other after I left. They were talking about me! The next day when I went to work (and leaving out tons of details here), I discovered that the conversation I “overheard” in my dream was word for word of what had really been said after I had left that day! So weird, but super cool! That was a very long time ago and nothing like that has ever happened to me again, but I will never forget that. Really makes you wonder about stuff. By the way… it was good things that were saying about me. 🙂
So back to these middle of the night texts I’m sending to myself… I keep my cell phone on the night table beside my bed at night; I have the charger plugged in there and charge up my cell during the night while I’m sleeping. I have been using the notepad function on my cell more and more instead of keeping lists and jotting down notes on paper for things. There has been too many times I’ve written down something on a piece of paper and then have forgotten to grab it when I leave to go somewhere. Since I pretty much always have my phone with me, therefore this way I will always have my lists and notes with me, that is why I’ve made the change to typing them on my cell phone notepad instead. Of course, if my phone ever died or got lost I would be lost then too.
A lot of ideas come to me while I’m in bed and if I don’t write them down I may forget them, so it’s handy to have my cell there to jot it down on. Sometimes when I have an interesting dream during the night I think I should write it down so I can try and recall it the next day, but I usually don’t want to let myself wake up enough to write it down because I’m tired and want to sleep, and I’m afraid if I let myself wake up, I may not end up being able to get back to sleep. And I love my sleep, as I’ve said. 😉 I have done it a few times though, when I felt the dream was significant somehow. But the thing is, the significance of it doesn’t seem as significant in the morning as it did during the night, and the ones that are, I usually remember without having to write them down.
With these middle of the night texts, I suppose maybe it’s possible that somewhere within my psyche, while I’m on that other level on consciousness during the night, I find it necessary to type messages to myself. Too bad they don’t make any sense. One from 2 a.m. the other night said “We can, we will.” Well that’s just great, but who is we and just what the heck is it that we can and will be doing here? I’m totally clueless, and I wrote it. Haha! Well, at least it was basically a positive thought to tell myself anyway, right?
Who does that though, seriously? I’m so freaking weird.
Last night I had a dream that a prehistoric man-eating alligator was after me while I was playing at a playground (as an adult hah!). I was climbing up the bars of the playground equipment trying to escape, but then I got trapped. It almost had me in its jaws when I suddenly thought to jump into the air and then realized that I could fly. Sweet! I love when that happens!
See, and I didn’t even write that one down, but I still remembered it. Not that it felt significant in any way, but I would really like to know the meaning behind it. Taking it just at face value though… I’m relieved to know I can jump into the air and fly if ever I am to face a prehistoric man-eating alligator. 😉
Ah man. So yeah, I’m not sleeping very well lately. Which apparently for me translates into sending texts to myself while I am asleep, and having dreams about prehistoric animals trying to eat me. But hey, at least I can fly!
Well, I’m about to head off to bed after posting this, wish me luck. Sweet dreams and sleep well, Jewels. Yeah, now I’m talking to myself. Or typing to myself. But I suppose that’s slightly less weird than texting myself in my sleep…