Lately, I’ve had Eurythmic’s Sweet Dreams stuck in my head. The throbbing base line, catchy lyrics and haunting tone conspire to keep the song running through my head for hours at a time.
Despite the song’s title, my dreams of late have not been sweet. As usual I haven’t been dreaming much at all. Unfortunately, this has been due to the fact that I’ve been fighting insomnia. While it might seem logical to surmise that my busy schedule, late nights and early mornings might provide the ingredients for deep sleep, they don’t. Lately, I can’t seem to sleep for more than four or five hours at a time (this post is being composed at 4 am after waking at 3). I don’t have time to dream often.
And the dreams I do have aren’t the kind I would recommend. A couple nights ago. I dreamed that I was going insane. Like most nightmares it had the feeling of terrible realism. I went about my life befuddled. Things didn’t make sense and when people told me things I struggled to respond. I couldn’t recall the words in my vocabulary and the answer to every problem seemed just out of reach. It was like the feeling of having a word on the tip of your tongue but for everything. The constant confusion made me frustrated and irritated me. But the twist that I find the most frightening is that no-one told me. Everyone around me pretended that nothing was wrong but I knew that they knew. I could tell by their sympathetic glances and their patronizing manner. Rather than telling me what was wrong, they shepherded me along with exaggerated patience, speaking slowly, using simple sentences as if I were a baby or a small child. But I wasn’t a child. I could understand everything coming in, I just couldn’t process it or connect it to anything else. I hated their pity and despised their ineffectual attempts to help. I was truly helpless and there was nothing they could do. It was one of the most terrifying nightmares I’ve had in a long time.
Ugh… that feeling of helplessness is horrible.
Last night I dreamed of being in Japan and while I was there all my teeth decayed and just splintered apart leaving small fragments of what was once a tooth. I still cringe at the thought of it.
Ewww I hate those kinds of dreams. I usually have dreams about people I care about dying brutal deaths. Then I wake up and wonder what kind of person has those kinds of dreams. A few nights ago I had a dream I was standing around in a station with you know who, and we watched some guy get hit by a train D: Thats the only part I remember. Sweet dreams is a great song btw.
Have you ever treated anyone like that in your life? Maby you a bad apply, or 12! jk!
I don’t have nightmares, but I am a very light sleeper with a mild case of asthma, and I am deeply sympathetic of your sleeplessness. I will try to remember to pray for you.
Eurythmics are the best! Man, it’s been a while since I’ve heard them. Tragic.
Let your requests be made known to God and the peace which surpasses all understanding will guard your heart and mind.
Maybe u should try excercise before going to bed. I workout or run a few miles a couple hours before bed time and by then I’m tired that I hit the sack, sometimes so tired that I skip brushing my teeth.