Sleeper
I was standing behind a yellow bus on a lazy afternoon, I think I remember that the sun was almost about set then and the wind was gently sweeping fallen leaves on the road toward my direction, when someone tapped me by the shoulder. When I turned around, it was a former classmate in high school. I haven’t seen any of them in almost 8 years now. I think we talked for a bit before he asked me to get into the bus. I obliged. As I step inside, I saw the bus was empty. I followed my friend as he walked toward the tail part of the vehicle but as I do, the space between the bus floor and ceiling gets narrower until I was down on all fours, trying to reach one of the windows so I can get out to safety.
How’s that for a dream? It’s a real one I had, in case you’re wondering. I don’t always remember my dreams in perfect clarity and I like it better that way. Sometimes, though, dreams like this one make me go all metaphysical and give it a lot of thought. Well, I think I have to because the moment I woke up, I was still breathless, although more baffled than shaken up. Admittedly, I haven’t been getting good sleep because I work well with my writing tasks during the wee hours. Any sleep study will tell you that a normal night sleep pattern is better than the same number of hours of sleep during the day. There’s actually a Florida sleep study that helps people with sleep disorders understand the root of they problems so they can finally get a good night’s sleep.
I don’t know anyone who has ever visited a sleep disorder center, although I know a few friends who only sleep when the sun’s about to rise. It works for some, but even if it has been an on-off habit of mine for a few years now, I still believe I’ll be more productive, and not to mention healthy, if I sleep early and wake up early instead. Oh, I don’t really have a sleep disorder. Its more lack of discipline than anything else. I can decide to go to bed anytime; most times, I fall asleep the moment my back touches the bed.
So about that dream. Would be fun to nitpick something so abstract. But, really, yellow bus? We didn’t even have a school bus in high school.