Sleep works like this lately: I get very tired and pass out. Unfortunately, this mummified state is short-lived, and I've been waking up in the wee hours of the night. When this happens, I flip on the trusty book light and open the current bedside reading...I've been reading a few hours every night. That's fine, except:
Pregnancy Dreams are crazy. Crazy. On nights when I Don't read before bed, I've been regularly dreaming about machetes and madmen and other randomly distrubing "action" scenarios. But when I read before sleep, my Crazy Pregnant Dream Brain has been re-enacting the entire plot of what I've just read, replacing the characters of the book with characters from my real life. Earlier this week I got to watch a Dream-Version of Faulkner's As I Lay Dying (there was much hand-wringing when the coffin overturned in the water, let me tell you). And based on what I'm reading now, there are dreams with my loved ones playing the roles of siblings marrying siblings, and hermaphrodite children.
I was thinking that perhaps I should keep a pallette-cleanser by the bed, and read a few innoccuous pages before finally getting back to sleep. But really that might just lead to tripped out Dr. Seuss dreams, which might be the scariest of all.
Posted by rightmoon at August 26, 2005 12:33 PM