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[ All credit to aliZmuh, whose lovely picture may be found here. ]

 

“Everyone,

at some point in their lives,

wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world,

and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them,

 

and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again

and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape,

hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve,

but suspecting,

in their heart of hearts,

that they will remain unloved forever.

 

The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up,

so that they can feel this way, too.”

 

[ Daniel Handler a.k.a. Lemony SnicketHorseradish: Bitter Truth You Can’t Avoid ]

I Am Addicted To Bed-Time-Stories By Cpt. James T. Kirk

” A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow”

[ Charlotte Brontë ]

I am not a serene sleeper.

I toss and turn, sleep talk and murmur.

I grind my teeth (I actually have a special guard prescribed by my dentist).

I wake up and get up at times and wander through the appartement.

I dream vividly and sometimes when I wake I can not fully let go of my dreams and they hang over me like a light silk veil for some time, before I am able to shake them.

Also (and this is the most important part), I am prone to horrid nightmares, that make me weep and moan in my sleep.

I guess it’s safe to say that I am not anybody’s favoured bunk-mate … .

When I was a child I tried to get rid of my nightmares by reading Steven King Novels before I went to bed.

I know this sounds strange, so let me elaborate:

"They all float down here... "

Mr. King’s fiction to me was always just that – it was unreal without even the slightest chance of it ever becoming real (horrid clowns living off of people’s souls? – Oh puhleez?!?).

So I could forget myself in something that wasn’t real and thus forget fears, aches and pains that were real to me. (You’ll have to take my word for this one, it’s kind of hard to prove or even to fully explain).

Once I got older, I got addicted to night-time-TV instead of bed-time-stories ( I know, I know, it’s not a good habit – one of my many bad habits).

I could never watch the news or shows about real wars and natural catastrophes though – those, unlike Mr. Kings works of suspense and horror – were real and thus carried within them the possibility of it happening to me as well.

So I usually watched re-runs of old TV-shows like:

Who didn't love "Winnie" ?!

Golden Girls“, “Frasier”, “Seinfeld“,”The Wonder Years“,”Roseanne

and many more.

I loved them and that was exactly the problem: I wouldn’t fall asleep while they were on or even get tired enough to fall asleep after them.

I needed something else… .

And out of the blue a night in (errr I guess) yellow-greenish armour came to saved my nights:

(drumroll)

Captain James T. Kirk and his loyal crew of the starship Enterprise

I love that the acting is either non-existent or over the top.

I love that Captain Kirk is actually a rude, womanizing loud-mouth and still saves the day.

I love the absurd and weirdly comical story lines.

I adore their inconsistencies (in this one episode they beam into a building, but can’t open an old-fashioned lock with their phaser – huh?!)

It has come to the point where I will get ready for bed and slip under my covers anxiously anticipating the first couple of notes of the starship enterprise theme music.

Yes, I’ll be the first to admit it: I am a dork!

However,

this dork

has no more problems

falling a sleep at night!