Sleep

I had another weird dream, one I have repeatedly. I'm trying to deliver something somewhere - this time it was our courier pouches from work. I just can't get to where I need to be - for some reason I have to go through a mall, and of course people are in my way, and I get sort of lost. Then it turned into some sort of amusement park. It's so frustrating!

There's an article about sleep in the latest National Geographic that I need to read today. It starts off talking about a disease where you gradually lose the ability to fall asleep. It's fatal, and it's hereditary. Two sisters' father had it, and one sister had been tested, the other hadn't.

I had never heard of this, and I think it sounds like one of the worst diseases ever. It must be excruciating to be exhausted and not be able to fall asleep. I don't have that problem very often, but when I do, it's miserable.

For some reason, this has stuck with me the past week. Sleep is so important - I love it. I love getting into bed, and reading until you just can't keep your eyes open, then snuggling down and falling asleep. I don't really wake up very well - no matter how much sleep I get, I never have been one of those who bounds out of bed wide awake. It takes time to wake up. But I feel so much better when I've had my eight or nine hours on a consistent basis.

Some times I wish I was one of those people who say they only need four or five hours of sleep - I could get so much more done. But I don't quite believe people who say that. I like my sleep.