“If you could be given the option to never sleep and also never be tired, would you take it if it meant you’d also never dream again?”
First, I must apologize for skipping yesterday. I would love to be able to write that it was Russian Christmas and I was off celebrating, but the truth is, I was down with flu. Apparently it’s true that this flu season is so bad, you can still get flu even if you’ve had the shot. (It was still Russian Christmas.)
Now, to our muttons. It’s tempting to say “Yes” to the prompt. I mean, 24 hours in which to get it all done! Imagine what you could do with the eight extra hours! Not to mention that the idea of never dreaming again has enormous appeal, considering that the only dreams I ever have are nightmares. My last nice dream was over 20 years ago.
But all things considered…no, I don’t think I would take it. For one thing, I really doubt that I would be any more productive in 24 hours than I already am in 16; I waste enough time as it is. (Facebook, anyone??) And where would the pleasure of a really rainy night be, if I couldn’t spend it lying in bed, listening to the whisper of rain all around me until I fell asleep? Not to mention the delicious feel of snuggling down under a quilt and finding just the right spot to burrow in…
Okay, I’m a sleep hedonist, I admit it. But the truth is that we have been designed to need rest. I’m married to someone who seriously thinks that rest is sinful – because it’s non-productive – so he pushes and pushes himself until evening, when he collapses into his easy chair and passes out. Then, two hours later, he wakes up and goes to bed. The sad part is, for all his “productivity,” it’s all there waiting for him the next day. That’s the nature of work. It is never done. Just think of laundry.
And maybe that’s the difference between us. Because I do the laundry, I’ve come to realize that work really is never done, and that in order to have any kind of life, you have to drag yourself away from it, you have to take your rest. There has to be a time in your day when you put your feet up and read, or work a puzzle, or focus on doing something creative – restorative – regenerative. Otherwise, what’s the point in calling yourself a human being? You’re nothing more than a machine.
And nothing gets the point across more immediately than the need to sleep.
Which, now that’s 4:30 a.m. and I’ve been up for an hour, I’m going back to. Sleep tight!