Once it's all finally done and dusted there's the reward of clean, crisp sheets in the cosy skybound nook where I read, meditate and give myself what seem to be increasingly effective sessions of reiki self healing. I'm also supposed to sleep like a log up there. Except again it's not happening. I'm waking at three in the morning. It would be okay if I was worrying my little head off. Then I'd have a reason for this nonsense. But there's nothing major that I'm aware of going on in my normally chilled little mind.
In desperation I turned to a very famous herbal remedy to try to establish my preferred pattern of sleeping through for six and a half or seven hours. And what do you know? It actually worsened the problem. I lay awake trying to get to sleep at normal bedtime for about two whole hours feeling decidedly edgy. None of that will be passing my lips ever again.
YouTube has been my friend in regard to steering me back to the land of Nod during those early morning hours. Ever the experimenter I've been trying out some lucid dreaming audio sessions. No one of these has emerged as a favourite at the moment but your own Google search will reveal loads if you're interested. With practice, so I'm told, I will be able to steer my own course through my dreams. It's certainly increased the night-time cinematic experiences and I'm remembering what I've viewed on that screen behind my eyes though I don't choose the movie as yet. What I'm seeing is outside my control and whilst not outwardly scary it's mostly weird nonsense. Does that reflect a deeply disturbed inner psyche? How the hell am I suppose to know! I'm only a mere mental health practitioner. A friend the other day described me as a free spirited essential rather than truly unhinged and my brother told me that I was not flaky in any shape or form. I liked their kind words which I'll count as evidence in support of my sanity. However if my nocturnal life suggests something else it's probably better out than in!