Sleep:

I've decided that sleep in and of itself is bloody fascinating: It just kind of hit me last night as I lay down to my daily eight hour ritual. One instant we lay awake mulling over the days events, the next minute in blissful rest (unless yours is frought with nightmares), and then in an instant awake again after 6-8 hours pass by unnoticed. This is crazy. Eight hours of just laying in bed flip-floppin' about while the world passes on without a care. Just think how vulnerable we are! Anything at all could get to us, people could come and leave countless times, and its the amount of time we usually spend at work each day. Yet we just lay there.

Some dream. Dreams? How many images pass before the eyes of our inner mind? Yet where do they come from: the events of a day or visions produced by God . . . Both? Yet they are inspired by endless vaults of memory and interaction fused together to create seemingly mindless scenes of flit and fancy. Amazing. Amazing nonsensicallity.

Others dream of darkness. Enveloping torrents of horrific images splaying sanity and spreading fear in hearts and minds. Invoking a childs scream, a grown man's sweat. Day in day out, haunted by the images of night.

Yet sleep we must; dependant on the hours.

Its absolutely fascinating.

Luv,
Clay