Why can’t I sleep like other people?
I take meds to sleep, and sometimes they don’t work. Like last night. I’d fall asleep, and then I’d wake myself up moments later. This went on until 1:30 a.m.
When I finally did fall asleep, I dreamed that my sister Carolyn was performing with Joni Mitchell. I was thrilled, because it meant that I could meet Joni and assist her. I was even invited to her house and we cooked together. Mercifully I don’t remember her smoking.Yeah right.
And then the other night, I dreamed I was playing racquetball with Frazier and Niles and Daphne. That is just sick and wrong. I don’t play racquetball, and I don’t think the Crane boys do either.My entire life I have been entertained in my sleep. I’ve been on Broadway, as the star of course, and have even had entire towns break into song and dance.
I’ve performed on American Idol. I’ve co-hosted with Rush Limbaugh (that was a very, very long time ago). I’ve been on David Letterman.
I have flown. Many, many times.
I have had romantic encounters with a variety of people. I was going to name them, but I would be too embarrassed. Suffice it to say my love life is better in my sleep than in reality.
On Saturday I will get a new mattress after 20 years. My current mattress has served me through three marriages. I believe it is time to have my own bed with my own energy and not the ex-energy that has accumulated in the old springs. (That is “Ex” energy, not “Sex” energy)
My bed, my bedroom, my sleep are some of the most important parts of my life. Not that I want to sleep all the time, but my room is my shelter, my oasis, my place where I am safe.
When Frazier and Joni join the party, well, it just kinda makes me nuts.