Tag Archives: sleep

What’s “really’ in a dream then?

To follow up from my dream post the other day I thought I’d delve a bit deeper. We all dream. We all MUST dream. If we don’t dream we literally go nuts, so even if you don’t remember your dreams, … Continue reading

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The undead zone.

I often think about aliens. Not little green men aliens but a far superior species to human beings, so far from our silly little science fiction notions that we just can’t even imagine a race so different and so much … Continue reading

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Getting reaquainted with….babies.

My daughter and grandson came to visit and stayed the night. That still feels so weird saying that -“grandson” but I’m slowly easing my way into the whole nannahood thing. Unlike parenthood, which simply smacks you in the face – … Continue reading

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Insomnia, snorers and odd body sensations.

It is not because I don’t love my husband, because I do. It is not because I don’t want to share the same marital bed, because I do, but I’m sorry, ENOUGH is ENOUGH. For the past couple of weeks … Continue reading

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Washing machine head.

      I’m blogging late today and that’s because I actually got up early enough this morning to be able to go out for the day with a friend. For the past couple of weeks I’ve been in this … Continue reading

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Differences in the bedroom.

My husband snores. Terribly, or terribly well, whichever way you want to look at it. He tells me *I* snore too but I don’t believe him. (If I do it must be a delicate snore.) Not only does he snore … Continue reading

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