It comes up with ballards & maths equations & the answers to the mysteries of life.
It wants to paint masterpieces, cook 5 course meals & write novels.
But of course, sleep always wins.
Sleep will either take me or prevent me.
If the house is asleep, I can't make noise.
& if I'm asleep I can't do much of anything but dream.
& the best ideas tend to come at the precise moment when my mind meets the edges of unconsciousness.
As I take my first steps through dreamlands gates, the ideas rush in, beckoning me back.
Of course the best ones beckon on a night before important & early mornings.
Of course.
The idea of insomnia has always fascinated me...
If you couldn't sleep, think of all the spare time you would have to do things!
Learn things.
Id like to think I would use the time wisely.
Learn 5 different languages, become a talented artist, perfect some skills.
But I used to know an insomniac.
& he was very dark.
He told me tales of the darkness taking him.
Engulfing him.
So that there was a time when he couldn't seperate dream from reality.
Or nightmare from reality.
& I think I cured him for a while.
Shed some light in his dreams.
But only temporarily.
I was always, only temporary.
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