To Sleep Perchance To Dream

Tiredness has crept upon me today like a cloak, probably something to do with the 3 hours sleep I had last night. I wished my brain would switch off, even my sleep apnoea seemed to desert me last night as I watched the clock tick over for another hour.

When I close my eyes I use the time between the darkness and the dreaming to walk myself through my fantasy world. I find myself walking down lanes in imaginary towns, through wrought iron gates into buildings, taking in every nook and cranny, I look at what lies on the walls. I sit myself in my hero’s room and take it all in, what is it like to sleep here? What sounds wake them, is there a tree with an irksome branch that taps on a window in the wind? what are their friends like if they have any? What do they like to do? In my travels I’ll open drawers, doors and curtains, looking out on this imaginary world like some nosy neighbour, all I need to do is remember it. Sometimes a dream takes over and there my mind will wander even more.

I have had wonderful stories come to me in dreams which are then forgotten with daybreak; all I have left are niggles of something great but the recall is hindered by fogginess. So in my case it needs to be rewritten as to sleep perchance to dream and remember!

A author who I stumbled across and absolutely love is Ian Mortimer, his Time Travellers Guide to Medieval England is exceptional in his description, he even describes the smells and takes you on a journey as if you are on a tour. I firmly believe this guy has a time machine somewhere!