A Deal with The Sandman

I don’t even know how to start today. I have a sleep consultation at 10:45 and thank god, because I sleep and I don’t know how to coexist. Ironically enough, I find the myth of the Sandman to be fascinating. Mysterious, twisted, and an amazing balance of light and dark, conscious and subconscious. And yet, I struggle with sleep. I have for most of my life. 

I don’t get enough Deep Sleep, which is the most restorative for your body and mind. I work overtime in the REM department, which ensures that I dream non-stop vividly, and I tend to remember my dreams and often have to decipher if the dream was actually reality and vice versa. 

Though my sleep is better when I stick to a very strict routine at night, it still leaves me exhausted the morning after and it takes a solid 45 minutes to gather the gumption to get out of bed, let alone the hour after that to become somewhat functional for the day. I’ve tried tart cherry juice, magnesium, melatonin, no screens, hot lavender and chamomile tea, and breathing techniques. I ensure I don’t eat too late as the act of your body metabolising keeps the body awake. I have only one cup of Chia Latte in the morning, no caffeine after that. Medications are taken at the right time to ensure they don’t upset the sleeping pattern. Dark room. Cool environment. Electronics charging downstairs. I have the crystals and the dream catchers.

I'm going to sleep fine for the most part. The problem is feeling rested after ample amounts of sleep. The dreaming, as much as dream piques my curiosity meter, is excessive, vivid, and hard to decipher. 

Screw making a deal with a crossroads demon, someone get me the Sandman and I’ll pay the cost for the opposite of what they ask for in the song “Mr. Sandman” by The Chordettes. I want the opposite of dreams. Not forever and always, just like 4 nights a week or so.