Ever you ever woke up in the ending part of the night, the body aching for prolonged immobilized rem phase position, and with a dream that makes all your fears about life come true in a sadistically calm and peaceful way?
It happened to me this morning. I couldn’t sleep no more because my shrink mind was chewing over the meaning of what I experienced. So I decided to go and run.
So I decided to stop the mind and move the body, going out for a Hike looking at the moon. At first my mind tried to analyse my dream thoroughly, as a restless investigator trying to solve a terrible crime, but luckily for me a dog came out of the shadows of a near house and barked me out from my masochistic state of mind, bringing me to the wonderful moon staring at me carefully enveloped in the waking sky.
I saw the mountains getting pinker, envious of the clouds, soothing my soul tormented by the fears of the night.
Luckily for me after 45 minutes I got sleepy and as I’m intended to rest I went home and go back to bed. Next hour and half of sleep was reinvigorating and the dreams I had were really good.
So maybe next time I have a bad dream I’ll try remember this day and avoid losing hours of sleep ruminating every single second of it, and I’ll have simply a moon-walk.
(I know bloggers can be pain in the ass, lately I was reading about a Proustian way of writing and I can’t help but to feel I write too much for nothing too, but you know, I’m just a mortal trying a wonderful new language for learning purposes, so if you can shrink out a few moments of your day correcting liking, commenting, and sharing my posts you’ll make my sleep so much better than tonight’s… 🙂)