Thursday, July 10, 2008

In another insomniac slump. But only until I fall asleep. The the dreams have me. And I wake. Again and again. The only thing keeping the dreams at bay is the cat on my leg. He grounds me. He is warm and reminds me that if a cat is here, the dream isn't real. And as long as I can make that logic work, I can sleep again. But then I wake up tired, and it was all wasted effort.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Lately, whenever i do sleep and dream, I've been able to rationalize that I'm within the dream, and have been able to manipulate it--even change it to different subjects. It's quite cool, but not easy. I guess this is the onset of dementia. Or I'm becoming a Shaman of some sort.