Don't close your eyes!

I like to think of myself as an avid (good word!) dreamer. No, not in the "I have big plans for the future that there is very little chance of them happening" sort of dreamer; literally sleep. I realise this sounds like I am a lazy arse but there's only a small amount of truth to that...

I like to sleep because usually I am able to take part in a rather exciting dream that I can take an active part in and enjoy. Alas, this plan was rather foiled last night when I found myself with a mouthful of spiders and promptly had to sick them out for a while. WHY? I ask...what small twisted part of the brain felt that this was a way of my inner would expressing it's worldly fears? Psychologists may tell you something along the lines of:

Clearly the patient has an avid (!) fear of having his voice stifled by a figure of authority who he feels envelopes him metaphorically in a web that he cannot escape. 

Bollocks. (Apologies, it's been a long day!) I reckon I just have problems. I did used to write down the lengthier dreams I had, but I'm thinking that this is a lot of effort and quite frankly some of the concoctions my brain cooks up are sure not suitable for the world and his wife (or husband) to see on public view. 

I think the main reason sleep is something to appreciate is that life is SO much easier when you are asleep. For example, today I got over excited by the prospect of eating bacon rolls that were graciously lain out on a table for us at work and in my haste I managed to run into a door and nearly dislocate my shoulder as well as the door in question. In front of most of the higher management. (No, I won't claim the door was glass and thus easily missed. It was oak.) I can't recall this sort of life event ever happening in dream land. Chased and eaten by a dinosaur who ended up being the lady who lived in my old house that I never met, yes. Walking into a door, no. 

It occurs to me that perhaps I take seeing for granted. Which is odd seeing as I'm the most short sighted person in the room right now. (I realise this is no testament as no one else knows how many people are with me!) Never get dirt stuck under a contact lens in dream land either! I will admit though I do enjoy the freaked out expressions of the general public when I am mid sentence and start trying to dislodge the offending crap from my eyes. There tends to be a slight widening of the eyes and backing away from the crazy man who appears to be trying to remove his eyeball while having a conversation with you and your significant other.

So today's resolution is this: I promise to use my eyes more when awake and less when asleep. (...yes. It's an easy goal. What's the point in having them if they aren't achievable?)