I’ve probably mentioned my trouble sleeping before. Though,
I’m not sure I’ve mentioned the many ways I have tried to achieve that sleep.
Lately, though, it hasn’t been sleep as much as the horrible dreams I have. In
my bedtime prayer, I have asked God to PLEASE give me sweet, peaceful dreams.
All right, He did reduce the fear-filled race against time
as a terrorist or assassin chase me. I am usually using super human skills to
stay just ahead of death, while at the same time protecting babies or puppies.
Worse, at some point in the nightmare I realize someone I love is working with
the evil being chasing me. We are about to have a confrontation when I awaken to
a mixture of outrage and terror.
I increased my prayers, then remembered the empty box. For
those of you who have not read my previous posts, the empty box is a place
where men go. When you see a man with a blank stare, there is a good chance he
is in his empty box. Go to YouTube and search “Empty Box,” to learn more.
I decided to search for my empty box, certain woman must
have them too; so that when I finally slept, I’d be in a place where nothing
could touch me. In my mind, I went to a door – yes, I know a box doesn’t have a
door. Just go with me. I open the door hoping to find an empty place, then
close it quickly because there seems to be a party going on.
I think, empty, empty,
empty as I continue searching. Soon I see a beautiful cherry box, with a
cushioned white satin lining. Yikes! I wasn’t in search of that much peace.
I needed another technique. I tried thinking about a
peaceful place. Some might think about floating on fluffy clouds or a raft in
the middle of a rippleless lake with birds softly chirping as they fly
overhead. I instead, have my go-to imaginary favorite place: in a hammock
between two palm trees, a gentle breeze keeping me from getting too warm on a
perfect sunny day, and the sound of the waves lulling me to sleep.
I smile, enjoying this vision, until one cloud appeared in
the blue sky above me. Soon another joined
it, quickly followed by more,
casting shadows over me. Soon the breeze picked up rocking my resting place so
much I had to hold on to keep from falling out.. The white fluffy clouds turned
dark and threatening. The lull of the gentle waves became a roar of a freight
train heading right at me.
I open my eyes and I see a wall of sea in the distance
quickly approaching. While coconuts begin falling like a cannonball attack, I
jump from my hammock and begin running for high ground. But since I’m at the
beach, there is nothing but lowlands, a boardwalk and hotels. I race into the
hotels, bypassing the casino floor and heading for the elevator to get to the
highest floors, hoping water wouldn’t reach me. There is a long line of people
who must have been forewarned, so I race up the stairs.
Okay, my superhuman sleep-time strength gets me farther than
I’d make it in real life, but eventually, I awaken out of breath, knowing any second,
I’d be drowning in salt water.
When I regain my composure, and assure myself it is another
nightmare, I decide I really don’t want to sleep. I try to keep my eyes open to
prevent any chance of more nightmares. My eyelids get heavy so I get up from
bed and walk around.
After a time, I return to bed and after more prayers I dare
to close my eyes. I decide my nightmares could have something to do with the
type of evening TV I watch – too many suspenseful cop shows. Instead, I decide
to remove that from my mind with pleasant thoughts. I resort to my old standard
pre-sleep ritual and begin counting. Not sheep, rather a wide assortment of
animals. Only to make them less threatening I color them with beautiful
pastels. One: pink alligator, Two: yellow rhinos, Three: blue emus, Four: lilac
lions.
At some point it must have worked, because I finally did
fall asleep. Not the dreamless sleep I’d hoped for, but dreams of two toddlers
and me. We were playing with hamsters. Not pink, green or yellow. Just plain
hamsters. We were having fun, laughing, and chasing the furry creatures as they
raced around the room. Not a bad dream.
I guess you can guess what I’ll be doing when I got to bed
tonight. Let me see: orange orangutans; lavenders lamas, and teal seals, just
might be part of it.
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