SLEEP, AT LAST

I've always felt that I lacked sleep. I've been falling asleep whenever I'm hanging out with friends, and constantly feeling the guilt for it. But what started as an episodic cat nap yesterday turned into a trilogy of epic...well, sleep.

For the next 14 hours, I dreamed of reading a book in a small town ice cream parlor. Got recruited by some undergraduate film students to narrate for their project. Got stuck in the parlor's bathroom stall. Walked with a friend for miles to his aunt's house, carrying too many of my purses and his duffel bags. Went hiking and camping with all of my friends. Watched a bunch of neurotic high school students cause an uprising in their prep institute by opening classroom doors and screaming carpe diem themed lines. It inspired me to dress as a zombie pirate to yet another Pirates of the Caribbean screening, and my friends followed suit. I spent the day lounging out in a pool with my little brothers and a few friends. One of them ordered Italian food and I opted for the caprice salad.

I remember everything. It was a grand adventure, far different than the usual, abrupt scenes of confusion and bloody murder. I always seem to dream about questionable things and wake up feeling lost or worried. It spills over to my waking life and haunts me throughout the day. Because of it, I find it in me to constantly question the intentions of others. This long, dragged out dream of ice cream, film projects, friends, walks, sunsets, camping, family, carpe diem and even my goddamn caprice salad all made up for the countless nights of incomplete sleep, waking up before my alarm or just feeling that something is amiss.

My boyfriend would always tell me about his dreams, all drawn-out tales of post-apocalyptic action-packed adventures with his friends and his favorite older brother in tow. He'd fight dragons, robots, zombies and men who were out to court me. His dreams would take place in castles, baron lands, or even outer space. They were spectacular and easy to envy. So while I was left with a snippet or a few scenes to sum up the totality of my night's sleep, he recalls his slumber in crisp, high definition detail.

I feel as though I was finally given a chance to experience something good, and different, at best. Although it doesn't lie in the same sci-fi realm as my boyfriend's, it's a start. It might not be a noteworthy experience to some, but it is to me. It's about fucking time.