To sleep! Perchance to dream

One of the unexpected side effects of no longer working is that I've been hit by what feels like a form of jet lag. It's almost as if my body and mind have now decided to run on reduced power. For the last 6 years or so I've always complained of being permanently tired; Something that even a good night's sleep never seemed to resolve. Perhaps now that I've stopped commuting, writing pointless emails and worrying about work to be done, my brain has dropped me into power save mode. I'm hoping that this will be a short period of repair from which I shall emerge fully refreshed, no longer feeling like one of the undead.


I'm not sleeping any more than I was before but I am sleeping deeper. Quality sleep. I used to wake up in the morning and feel like I hadn't even been to bed. Now I'm struggling to escape from the land of nod and when I do it's nice to know that I can stay snuggled under the duvet for a while, not having to rush for the train. Another good thing is that I'm dreaming now, vividly. I've never been someone who can remember their dreams (apart from a previously recurring one with an Uncle Sam dwarf under my bed), now though I can recall flashes; People and places I know and don't know, mixed together and strangely sexual. DYDIC? Don't ask, it's all fragmented subconscious and hard to nail down. You would have thought, in this day and age of technological wonders, that you should be able to download your dreams onto a memory card and play them back on a HD TV. Wouldn't that be something? TV of the future; No scripts or actors required, no adverts, nothing fake anymore. Real, pure, dangerous thought, widescreen 3D, 24x7.

Had any good dreams lately?

Now I lie in bed and think of her
Sometimes I even weep
Then I dream of her
Behind the wall of sleep
(The Smithereens)