Sleeping is absolutely essential. It’s a form to stop thinking and start dreaming — including nightmares, sorry. It’s a natural get-away diet, since at the same time you are allowed to dream while eating and drinking. Why not? It doesn't cost anything. There’s no hangover, and you may even lose weight.
Besides, it might be the only way you may have a boat or a foreign car, look younger (in case you need it), dress stylishly or write songs, all in the same night. For example, I don't know music, much less write songs. However, many times I have composed songs in my dreams. In the morning, when I awaken and go back to my natural aptitudes, songs are gone into oblivion.
Dreaming has a big interference, and this is not being able to choose the subject. It’s something like being a freshman in college. But given the fact that dreams are independent from our wishes, sometimes they are kind of a movie we are yearning to see. And then, suddenly, I'm thin, younger, calling Clint and George Eastwood and Clooney and having Tarzan as my trainer. And with my first morning blink, I see my dresser as my immediate reality and ... I don't like it. It’s 7 a.m., and I'm back to reality.
A good night’s sleep increases your stock market value, something very rare today.
It's not my intention to compare a healthy habit to removing the lid of a pressure cooker when nobody is watching. A much better idea would be to sleep like a log, a baby, or someone who has been watching a long, boring movie on TV. This last one is like a homemade, free sleeping pill. Caution: It may cause a habit.
Another consideration bed-wise is the bedding. First, the fitted sheet — one of the 20th century's best inventions, which didn't exist when I was a little Cuban. There are two things we didn't have in Cuba: One was the aforementioned sheet, and the other was pantyhose, the reason why I didn't know the name in Spanish. It was in a trip to Mexico over 20 years ago after living in the U.S. where I found out that is is called "pantymedia.”
Now, going back to bed, the American box springs and mattresses stole my heart. The mattress in Cuba was thinner and on top of bare metal springs. Also, blankets were bought in Cuba for air-conditioned bedrooms. And must of all, I used to dream in Spanish. (Remember, I didn't know English) But then, in testimony whereof I hereby set my hand. (I'm not sure about the meaning, but it appears on certificates and official documents, so it should be important).
Every day happens one of the incredible facts of our daily routine: When facing the mirror the first thing in the morning, we look sleepy. Wouldn't we should look better than last night? (I don't). Next, if you follow your dentist’s advice, you say “Good night” and “Good morning” to your toothbrush, if not better, and get ready for another day of adventures, only compared with with Spiderman.
Before facing civilization once more, a fresh cup of coffee is needed by millions of Americans. Cream, sugar, sweetener or none of the above while reading the news. At this time, you take a last look at your bed — mostly in winter — and say in your thoughts, "Bye, bye, ciao,” (in Italian), “au revoir” (French) or “chao” (Spanish) and go and face the world.
As you have seen, this article has nothing to do with Sleeping Beauty. Or has it?
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Sleeping is absolutely essential. It’s a form to stop thinking and start dreaming — including nightmares, sorry. It’s a natural get-away diet, since at the same time you are allowed to dream while eating and drinking. Why not? It doesn't cost anything. There’s no hangover, and you may even lose weight.
Besides, it might be the only way you may have a boat or a foreign car, look younger (in case you need it), dress stylishly or write songs, all in the same night. For example, I don't know music, much less write songs. However, many times I have composed songs in my dreams. In the morning, when I awaken and go back to my natural aptitudes, songs are gone into oblivion.
Dreaming has a big interference, and this is not being able to choose the subject. It’s something like being a freshman in college. But given the fact that dreams are independent from our wishes, sometimes they are kind of a movie we are yearning to see. And then, suddenly, I'm thin, younger, calling Clint and George Eastwood and Clooney and having Tarzan as my trainer. And with my first morning blink, I see my dresser as my immediate reality and ... I don't like it. It’s 7 a.m., and I'm back to reality.
A good night’s sleep increases your stock market value, something very rare today.
It's not my intention to compare a healthy habit to removing the lid of a pressure cooker when nobody is watching. A much better idea would be to sleep like a log, a baby, or someone who has been watching a long, boring movie on TV. This last one is like a homemade, free sleeping pill. Caution: It may cause a habit.
Another consideration bed-wise is the bedding. First, the fitted sheet — one of the 20th century's best inventions, which didn't exist when I was a little Cuban. There are two things we didn't have in Cuba: One was the aforementioned sheet, and the other was pantyhose, the reason why I didn't know the name in Spanish. It was in a trip to Mexico over 20 years ago after living in the U.S. where I found out that is is called "pantymedia.”
Now, going back to bed, the American box springs and mattresses stole my heart. The mattress in Cuba was thinner and on top of bare metal springs. Also, blankets were bought in Cuba for air-conditioned bedrooms. And must of all, I used to dream in Spanish. (Remember, I didn't know English) But then, in testimony whereof I hereby set my hand. (I'm not sure about the meaning, but it appears on certificates and official documents, so it should be important).
Every day happens one of the incredible facts of our daily routine: When facing the mirror the first thing in the morning, we look sleepy. Wouldn't we should look better than last night? (I don't). Next, if you follow your dentist’s advice, you say “Good night” and “Good morning” to your toothbrush, if not better, and get ready for another day of adventures, only compared with with Spiderman.
Before facing civilization once more, a fresh cup of coffee is needed by millions of Americans. Cream, sugar, sweetener or none of the above while reading the news. At this time, you take a last look at your bed — mostly in winter — and say in your thoughts, "Bye, bye, ciao,” (in Italian), “au revoir” (French) or “chao” (Spanish) and go and face the world.
As you have seen, this article has nothing to do with Sleeping Beauty. Or has it?
