I am suffering right now from a flu bug. I don’t sleep really. Hardly ever. When I do, it is usually after days of no sleep, or it is alcohol induced and fleeting. Or when I am ill, as my system is too run down. Anything more than two hours is a great night’s sleep. But this makes me a very tired and usually creatively unproductive person when my energy is constantly dwindling after a full day of work.
Also I am constantly jealous of those who do and how easily they slip into oblivion. I hate it when they do it so effortlessly and they dream so richly. I begrudge it. Anyway, the only time I really sleep is when I am ill. And up until now, I would say that until this morning I always thought that the existence of really lucid dreams that could be confused with reality and those that led to other dreams, like the hackneyed dream-within-a-dream sequences in most horror films were nothing but a purely literary or cinematic device. That is, until it happened to me. Sort of….