To sleep, perchance, to dream

I’ve recently been diagnosed with sleep apnea.

The most fascinating thing about this is that for half a century now I thought I was a lucid dreamer with a commitment complex.

All of the most interesting, compelling, and delicious dream scenarios have been interrupted by me bowing out and apologising for my need to leave.

I always assumed my pounding heart on awakening was a reaction to departing forcibly on my own.

Turns out it was all due to me fighting for air, haha. I wasn’t a purposeful slouch afraid to soar in the air or pursue that imagined love affair. Also I was never truly asleep but in a constant dozing state.

What will the next half-century bring when I become captain and commander of the dreams I shall fearfully and wonderfully craft?

The times, they are a-changin

(Edit and addition)

Just got out of the Dr visit. It seems the two-day sleep study showed I had one 30-minute deep sleep session in the set.

If I was never truly asleep, then have I ever been truly awake?

Woah, shades of The Matrix here

PicsArt AI, “Sleepwalking man”

 

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