Dear Dream Depository: A new phenomenon to report. Not a dream, because I lay awale this night. A note about the monologue that goes on in my head as I lie awake... The monologue was going on as usual but I wasn't listening. What? I wasn't listening to the voice that goes on inside my head. It was talking and I was thinking about something else.
Sounds like a joke, "What if you talked to yourself and nobody was listening." Well, it really happened last night.
Later, I heard my talking watch say, "It's three o'clock am". When I had tossed and turned enough I got up and turned on the computer. I noticed that Mavarin, Karen, was online. She must be up too, probably writing, and just how does she do that, She has to go to work in the morning.
I am glad I do not have to work for I would be a wreck without sleep. As it is now, I have insomnia, so what? Take a longer nap tomorrow.
As a soldier I got used to sleeping anywhere. Cots were fine, but overseas we would throw a blanket on the ground and sleep. I have slept on the ground, in a hole, in a pup tent, on a concrete floor of a captured German pill box, and most often on the floor of some building we had occupied. I have slept sitting up in a jeep, in an armored car. Once I went to sleep sitting up in a troop train and fell on the floor. My buddies picked me up and put me back on my seat without my waking up.
That was then. Now I can't get comfortable if the bed is too soft or too hard, or the pillow is too high or too low. I have been known to get out of bed and sleep on the floor. Don't do that anymore, too hard to get up off the floor. I try turning around and sleeping with my head where my feet should be. Sometimes works.
I am glad the computer is always available. If I can't sleep I can turn on the H-P, fire up AOL and read journals, and like now, write in mine.