Sleeping Vignette

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The wondrous world of sleeping and dreams

Submitted: November 05, 2010

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At four, the morning sounds began to awaken outside my window. Birds chirped and the dew of the chilling air raced down the glass. The blinds were slightly open, letting in the noise, but no light yet. The moon was not in the sky, and neither was the sun; the only light outside was the faint glow of street lamps. No stars wanted to be present either. It was too late for them to be out, but too early for the clouds to wake.
 
I still could not sleep. I tried to empty my mind of the day’s problems and tried to fill it instead with the breathing. Too many noises distracted my ears; I only needed to think of the air escaping my lips, dry deserts on the skin. The retina saw the black insides of eyelids, but my mind saw so much more: swirling colors and dancing patterns, images and scenarios from yesterday, pirates and dragons. The imagination was endless, stretching out like the universe. Forever is terrifying and impossible to imagine. Imagination is forever, also impossible to imagine.
 
So my imagination was actively at work – monsters with zillions of legs and one leering eye, but when he opened his wide thin mouth that went from one end of his face to the other, out came a silly little burp. Ironic, with its creepy looks, that it was such a sweet thing.
 
Then other monsters, his friends, came out, from under my bed and in my closet and through the window. It was a monster party, with electro music and dancing that happened like the one you would read in a children’s book. And then suddenly the roof was torn off of my house and a giant snake hissed, throwing its violet head back. The monsters were frightened. I had to save them. I drew out my sword and a light emitted from the metal. I shot from the floor and sliced through the snake’s head, feeling invincible. While others thought that I wasn’t strong enough, that I was the weakest in the city, I proved them wrong.
 
I turned over in my bed, examining the wall my bed was recently moved next to. The border had pictures of horses jumping over things. They were jumping so high, so high that I couldn’t see the ground in the picture. They sprouted wings and continued their upward journey into a green wall, bare of everything except the green. The winged horses played, circling circled around me, challenging me to be their adversary. But we could never be enemies – they were too sweet and I could never harm them.
 
I again shifted my position. On the ceiling of my roof there was a magnetic horse sticking to an air vent. It was stuck. Once again I needed to bring forth my powers and save him, but for some reason this time I couldn’t. And as I grieved my weakness, the magnetic horses swung from side to side as the ceiling fan drew closer to it. The swiveling blades would reach him soon. I closed my eyes, unable to watch the horror.
 
And when I opened my eyes, thinking that it was over, the horror of the fan and the magnetic horse, streaks of light shimmered through the blinds in my window, casting white shadows on my beige grass. I closed my eyes again. A silver and gold mixture, instead of blackness, was the color of the insides of my eyelids. Why do I create this fantasy world during the night? Is it to escape the realities of the day? Surely monsters and giant snakes (well, disregarding cobras and boa constrictors) and flying horses didn’t exist in reality, and that just might take a lot of fun out of the real world. We feel inadequate with these lives, so we create alternate dimensions to dream about, to immerse ourselves in, where we are the powerful hero whom everyone adores or adheres to or something cool like that.
 
Sleeping is like the void between life and death. It is the scariest thing to do, and the most amazing thing. It offers excitement in an alternative life, and terror in that fantasy.
 
I leaned up, my eyes still closed, swung my feet over the edge of my bed, wriggling my toes in the grass, and jumped in new space to emerge into the new day.


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