Since I am an early riser, I have developed a habit of taking an afternoon nap. Well, to say “I’ve developed a habit,” is actually rather grandiose. The truth is, when I sit down in my recliner to read the paper after my mid-afternoon meal, I fall asleep. It has never been intentional, it just happens.
I always feel good when I wake up – I rarely dream at naptime – and it apparently does not interfere with my nighttime sleep.
I attribute this to inheriting the ‘good sleep’ gene from my dad. He sleeps, always has, very well. My mother, on the other hand, is an insomniac. I am so very grateful that I did not inherit that! Feeling blessed to get my rest.
Now, I’m not saying I never wake up in the middle of the night – I almost always do. But getting back to sleep is rarely an issue.
When I dream at night, the dreams are always very weird, but rarely frightening. If a dream wakes me at night, it will cause me to wonder….”What the heck was that all about?” “What did I eat last night?” or “There is definitely something wrong with me!” I decide to think about it in the morning – that’s all it takes for me to go back to sleep. Come morning, I have a good laugh about the dream and go on with my day.
Once or twice a year I will have a dream that sticks with me; it will be more vivid and feel important, maybe even repeat; it feels like there is a message my sleeping brain wants me to understand. I may spend a good deal of waking time trying to figure it out…but I won’t lose sleep over it.