Perchance to dream

Sleep is precious to me. Having the double whammy of insomnia and sleep apnea, there are times when it feels as rare and precious as diamonds. That's why nights like tonight are so irritating. I fell asleep on the couch in the middle of a movie that had ceased to interest me and wake just a couple of hours later. I have the sense of having dreamed, but those delicious and sometimes horrific night visions are just beyond my grasp. Some remembered dreams are amusements and can be easily dismissed. Some are messages to myself, and I know they're important. Dreams feed me, guide me and sometimes warn me, and my warning bells are going off.

The feeling that I'm missing something significant is what is now keeping me awake. The urge to grab this dream and break it down into little pieces feels urgent and compelling, yet nothing other than a field of tiny stars on a dark blue background is coming to my consciousness. My eyes are heavy lidded and burning. My muscles have that twitchiness that demands a good stretch immediately followed by sinking into the warmth and softness of my bed. Yet my mind won't let this go. A sensor has gone off, and it must be heeded. My hope is that trying to sleep again will recover the message I know I need to understand.

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