Personal thoughts


Sleep                                                                                                                                 I have little knowledge of sleep but sleep I must, as must we all. I have received no education about sleep, but I sleep away one third of my life, as most of us do. In our infancy we sleep most of the day as well as the night, waking up for periods of feeding and diaper changing. We may do so again when we are aged and once again in diapers. As kids we had sleepovers and played with each other. In our puberty teens, we had to deal with overly active hormones.
In our sluggish senior years, we may go to bed at ten and wake up at nine. We often fall asleep, on the couch, after a beer or dinner while watching a ball game on TV or trying to read a book. And in between these relevant periods of life we on average sleep 8 hours a day, if lucky enough not to suffer from insomnia. And, so it goes.
As a senior I find it annoying that I must sleep a good third of what little time I have left. Now if I was to have nothing but pleasant dreams, I would not mind so much, but I don’t. While avoiding nightmares, most of my dreams are unpleasant and tedious. Some look forward to going to sleep others such as insomniacs dread the thought of bedtime and sleepless nights.
At this time in history man can explore the stars, put a man on the moon, perform intricate brain surgeries and build computers, with micro-chips, that work with blinding speed. Advanced technologies have completely reshaped our waking hours, but made little difference to the way we sleep.
Why is it that we cannot pick a disirable dream type and have wonderful dreams; this would be something like picking a Netflix movie, for my 8-10 or so hours of snore time. With all our brilliant minds and discoveries we should be able to select a desirable dream, maybe a romance, a comedy, or perhaps a superman dream and hit the sack.
Why do we spend billions trying to put a man on mars but nothing to ensure we can have a good night’s sleep with pleasant dreams?


Author: Ron Brydges

Born on Vancouver Island and raised as a child in Prince Rupert and as a teenager in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. Graduated, not without struggle, from Central Collegiate High School. Got my first post graduate job at a steel and pipe mill in Regina, Returned to B.C. and worked in a fabrication shop, a consulting firm, a northern mine and then went east and lived and worked in Toronto for a machinery manufacturer. Moved to St. Catharines where i worked on contract for GM. Was discharged at 62 and took up writing. Now divorced with two daughters and four grandchildren. There was a life between these lines and some of it will come out in my blogs.

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