The god damned snooze button. That is my morning vice. Not every morning, but more often than I’d like to admit. It never helps, but it always feels like it will.
Just 10 more minutes, 5, 4, 2, 30 seconds. Any little sliver of more sleep, so I don’t have to get up and start the morning. I do love my days, and I love having time in the morning. And, most of all, I like making my time in the morning intentional. However, that snooze button and I have a serious history of mishaps.
There have been times when I set 7-10 different alarms, with different tones just to make sure that I don’t get too used to any one sound. Even using that method is not always a sure fire way to make sure I get up. I just love sleeping. I always have. My family always made fun of me for being the one who slept in the most. My close friends always joked about how I could sleep through anything. I just love sleep.
The thing I love most about sleep is dreaming. One of my deepest frustrations in life is that I don’t have more control over my dreaming. I have attempted to achieve lucid dreaming in my past, with little to no success.
My first memory of attempting to control my dreams was when I was in my early teens. I had a dream that I was flying. Now, I had flown in dreams previously, but in this one I clearly remember deciding to take off and start flying. Then I came back down, and I took off again.
When I woke up, I was mildly convinced that I had tapped into the physical ability to magically start floating. Sadly, it didn’t work. However, it did start my quest to control my dreams.
I looped back around to this quest more recently, when I realized I have been sort of neglecting my dreams altogether. I’m mostly interested in what my dreams can tell me about what my subconscious is absorbing during the day that I’m not. I’m less interested in the pseudoscience, and the factual stuff that dreaming does for me.
Apparently, it does pretty good things. So whether I fall prey to my snooze button or not, I will keep at my quest for dream dominance…or at least dream direction. It feels pretty cool to fly, even if it’s just in my head.