Sleeping sickness

Imagine for a moment you are in possession of super human power.

What power did you think of? Super strength, some PSI talent, invisibility? I day dream of flying like superman. Well, more accurately, I put myself to sleep with episodes of flying. Gliding through cities I have visited, powering across vast oceans or coast lines, over deserts or forests you name it and I have been there.

I don’t know what this means. I dare not analyse it too closely – it works for me. In the past I have used many methods of attaining sleep. The least effective is staying up late. I hate being tired and usually combat it with over consumption of coffee and food. My other favoured method is to think up a little tune and then lay some lyrics over it. Atmospheric electronica or twangy blues roots seem to be the go at the moment. I don’t know why. In this one aspect it is lucky I am not a musician. If I could play an instrument I would be eager to ‘get it down’, but I am not so no problems letting the song disappear into dream land.

These are the tricks I use to distract my brain. They stop me thinking about my trivial troubles. Those things that that, in the warm wakeful darkness of my bed, become major concerns to be dwelt upon and obsessed about. They methods also stop creakily noises, phantom foot falls and distant dogs barking penetrating through. I wonder if it is something like when you try to load up to many applications on your PC at once and the whole thing stops responding to mouse clicks.

I have tried the exact opposite - not thinking about anything. This sort of works but I am not disciplined enough and the spell is easily broken. Something along the lines of nothing…nothing….nothing….nothing…itchy toe….bloody stop barking you stupid dog….I wounder what he/she meant….its 4:30am I have to get up soon….zoom over centre point tower, down along George street, loop under and over the harbour bridge to circular key past the opera house and out over the harbour to the heads and open oceanzzzzz.