Sleeping has always been an adventure for me. Like either a drought or a deluge. I find it very hard to turn my brain off and quiet my thoughts to sleep. There was a point in time where I could stay awake for days working and could only shut down if I took a sleep aid. That’s gotten a little better over the years, though it has changed. My dreaming space has become more intricate than when I was younger and that’s saying something.
I’ve always had what I call movie dreams. It’s a storyline that plays out and I go back and forth between witnessing it like a movie to seeing it from the perspective of a character within it. I’m rarely myself in these dreams. I bounce around from character to character. If I wake up and have to get up for any reason, I pick right back up where I left off when I fall back to sleep. This is awesome if the dream is good. It can be rather daunting if the dream is uncomfortable or an outright horror scene. I wake up exhausted from those dreams and then tend to spend the day writing the synopsis of what I dreamed and completely writing out scenes that remain vivid. I’ve written quite a few short stories from those dreams and they’re happening more often as I get older.
The other type of dreams I experience with more frequency these days are lucid dreams. I never used to understand what brought on this type of dream, but have grown to realize it has a lot to do with how much melatonin has built up in my system. It mostly happens if I wake up a few hours before my normal get up time and can’t fall back to sleep. If I don’t get up and have a tea or something like that and instead remain in bed trying to fall asleep, I get a build up of the sleepies in my eyes. Falling asleep in this state always results in a lucid dream.