“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.” ….. Jonathan Gottschall

I slept in yesterday and again today. I missed Sleepy Saturday altogether so thought I’d do a sneaky catch up on a Sunday. So first of all, Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mum’s out there. I hope you too got to sleep in and if not, I hope you enjoyed your luke warm cuppa and cold, burned toast. I remember those days well.

It’s funny isn’t it? When the kids are all young, we crave that sleep in and some peace and quiet and then as they grow up and leave home, we sleep in but miss the noise and early morning wake ups with semi edible breakfasts in bed. I have already seen the kids or will see them soon, so I’m not complaining. Just reminiscing.

I had a blissful sleep in this morning and ended up in Ireland in my dreams. Last night I was on a carousel or merry go round. I have such vivid dreams and I often write them on Facebook, just so I have a record of them. It is the early morning dreams which I can recall so well. There are sometimes dreams which remain elusive and just hide leaving me with only the emotion but none of the memory of the dream but they aren’t as common as the ones I remember so clearly.

Some prompt me to create art, others show me a glimpse of the future and some memories of the past. I particularly love those ones where I get to walk down memory lane with people I love who are no longer with us. My dreams are often bizarre, and always quite convoluted. They are sometimes sad or downright scary and I will wake up trying to escape from the dream itself.

But regardless of the dream, I have finally learned to appreciate this overactive brain which loves stories so much it tells me them all night long. What a blessing that is. Here’s to the dreamers of the world.

Happy Dreaming….Livvy xxx