Powering through this no coffee exercise. Another seven days to go
before it ends. Will I start drinking coffee again once this is over. I wish
I could be sure I won't.
One issue that keeps coming up is that of sleep patterns. Those who have
successfully quit say they now sleep through the night, are more rested, and
remember their dreams. It is, at this point, the contrary for me. I have sleepless
hours in the night, and crash sleep during the day. And yes, I have been remembering
my dreams again, but my dreams are anxious and nightmarish.
I know that dreaming is really about bits of memory being moved about in the brain.
I dream of dead people; of having bad relationships with dead people I have in reality
never even met. The only advantage, here, is that I know these episodes were dreams
rather than a colorful life. Just have to settle for sanity, I guess...
So who needs dreams when there is Facebook. All manner of weird things show
up on my feed: Housing renovation, recipes, Royalty, language lessons (really enjoying
the German language ones). Then, recently, a poem by Aragon in the original French
about his beloved combing her hair 'in the midst of this, our tragedy' (1942 and war with
no end in sight). Below:
https://www.bacfrancais.com/commentaire/poesie/aragon-elsa-au-miroir#Po%C3%A8me%20%C3%A9tudi%C3%A9
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