Supersomniac

This one was for Vihar, a magazine for the hostel.

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I love to sleep. And to dream. All you have to do is fall on your bed, close your eyes, and its paradise. It is so cosy, lying in your warm bed, comfortably thinking away into oblivion.People say sleep is giving rest to your mind and body. Body, yes it does rest, but mind, I don't know, I think it works furiously fast when you are not doing anything else. I'll say I work better only because I sleep so much. I just can't stop thinking about weird things when I am sleeping.

Sleep has mainly two stages, Rapid Eye Movement (REM) and Non- Rapid Eye Movement (NREM). Most of the memorable dreaming occurs in the REM part of the sleep, while night-terrors, bed-wetting, sleep-walking and sleep-talking occur during NREM stage. REM and NREM came in cycles of 90 mins, and you end up having some 4-6 dreams in one night's sleep. Try recalling what you dreamt, and I can bet you won't remember more than two dreams. Dreaming is another spectacular occurrence. Seeing things that you have never seen before and have no relation to you whatsoever, and de-ja-vu happening, it's got to be a miracle of God. There are times when I see meaningless series of events, yet they are so comforting later when you recall them. There are times when I feel I should just keep sleeping and dreaming on and on and on.

I can sleep in any given place, any given time of the day, any position under the sun, for any length of time. Sleep during classes, its too good a lullaby to resist. Sleep under the open sky, with stars twinkling all over you, the sky is so wide that you can't look at it for long. Sleep in fields, there is so much green around you, the fragrance filling your nostrils, you can't help hoping never to leave that place. Sleep when its raining, you can't help smiling at the rhythm of the raindrops.

Sleep can be the most private time of your day. No one can interrupt you, no one can intrude on your thoughts, no one can adulterate them. Sleeping is a time which you give all to yourself, and only to yourself. Seldom do you get so much privacy otherwise. I can feel my heart go thump-thump-thump. I can feel the blood running heavily through my fingers. I can feel my pulse beating hard against my throat. I can feel my eyes moving rapidly when they think. It makes me feel vibrant, makes me feel alive.

It has cost me my attendance in classes, but I would still love to sleep, forever.