Tuesday Night Was Weird

I love to be able to sleep.  I don't get to do it much; pain and constantly having to pee pretty much limits my actual sleep to about an hour at a stretch.  But, Tuesday night was weird.

Sleep to me has always seemed like time travel.  I curl up in a warm nest of blankets and handmade pillows and I snuggle down with a book and sooner or later I am snoozing.  I wake up in a different place.  Literally and cosmically a different place.  While I was snoring (and oh, boy I'm told I do snore!) the Earth revolved and rotated and I awake in a different place.  Time travel!  How cool is that?!

But  Tuesday night was weird.

Dreaming is also one of the coolest things ever.  My dreams are dramatic and colorful and soothing.  I've kept a Dream Book for years and I love rereading what I've written about the dreams I've had.  I never show it to anyone.  My most comforting dreams seem to happen in the last short stretch of time before I actually wake up to face the next day.  Very specific music will be playing on my brain's soundtrack or one word will be resonating.  Once it was simply my late father saying my name.

But Tuesday  night didn't have anything to do with dreams.

Tuesday night  I woke up every hour or so, just like a usual night. But at 12:27 am I realized I WAS NOT IN ANY PAIN! I rolled over and it didn't hurt.  I bent both knees, first one then the other and they felt absolutely fine!  I raised my left leg up off the mattress and it didn't make me want to scream in agony.  I looked at the clock and it was 1:23 am. 

I HAD JUST EXPERIENCED ALMOST AN ENTIRE HOUR COMPLETELY PAIN FREE!

What was going on here?  I frantically tried to remember what I had done differently earlier in the day that could account for this fantastic experience.  What did I eat?  Drink?  Pass by on the drive from school?  Think?  Hear?  There must have been something!  This was just too crazy good not to have a quantifiable cause, right???!!!

Then I had to cognitvely behaviorally stop myself.  Change my thinking, thank you Professor Cullen.  Stop analyzing and simply enjoy being totally free from the physical anguish that goes on all the time.

So I did.

And for the next hour this is exactly what I looked like in my pain free dreams

Like I've said:

Tuesday Night Was Weird.

I wish every night was Tuesday night.