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  • “I keep on wandering if I sleep too long, will I always wake up the same or so,
    I keep on wandering if I sleep too long, will I even wake up again, or something?”

    (Cat Stevens – “Sitting”)

    “I have a dream!”
    (Martin Luther King, Jr., famous speech from 1963

    “I dream of things that never were and ask, ‘Why not?’”
    (Robert Frances Kennedy, 1968)

    “It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
    Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
    Dreams of loneliness like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
    In the stillness of remembering what you had...
    And what you lost...and what you had...and what you lost”
    (Stevie Nicks – “Dreams”)

    Mom’s been sleeping a lot these days. I was hanging out in her room at the hotel in Connecticut while Chris went to pick up Cindy at the airport. Mom was asleep. I was hanging out in case she woke up and needed help with anything. This had been her first trip that required flying since Dan and Alison’s wedding in 2005, and that one had nearly done her in. So far, she was doing pretty good with this one. She woke up and came out to to the living room area of the suite to chat with me.

    “I can sleep practically all day, now. And I enjoy it. It just seems that I’m tired most of the time, and I’m just most comfortable when I’m sleeping.” She is 88 years old. Mom had always said that she never dreamed – or, at least, she never remembered them when she awoke. I asked her, “Do you still not dream when you sleep?” “Oh, I’m sure that I must – everyone dreams. All the studies have come to that conclusion, so I guess I do. But I never remember any dreams. Not even now, with all of this sleeping I do.”

    Sleep. How much is enough? How much is too much? Barry, my FEI Fitness Guru who we had speak at the Annual Executive Forum at George Washington University last month, said that everyone should get 8 hours a night. 6 days into my marathon- end-of-season-run of softball games everyday (I played game numbers 11 and 12 in 6 days last night), I did something I haven’t done since our last vacation in early March – I slept for 8 hours Thursday night. I rarely get more than 6, and probably average 5 – 5 ½ hours a night during the week, maybe 6 on the weekend, if I’m lucky. I woke up feeling hung-over and bleary-eyed. I usually feel fairly perky shortly after rising. It took me longer than usual to get going. Of course, that 8 hours I got on Thursday night messed me up last night – I couldn’t even get to sleep until 4 a.m., and I only slept about 4 hours, but woke up feeling just fine, raring to go, feeling well-rested and full of energy.

    Dreams. Do you dream when you sleep? Is that really what happens? Or, is it possible that we actually go to another dimension of time and space? Is it just possible that what happens in dreams is more reality-based than we realize? How do we know? Who knows?

    I once read a very cool book by Thea Alexander, called “2150”. It was the story of this wounded Viet Nam Vet leg-amputee in the ‘70’s, a teacher, who would go to sleep in 1975 and wake up in 2150. In 2150, he had two healthy legs, and discovered the many advances man had made in understanding how the human mind really worked. A team had intentionally gone back to 1975 to find him, and brought him here to 2150 for a reason. His life became a series of journeys back and forth between 1975 and 2150, each being launched when he went to sleep. Fascinating tale.

    As far as I know, I have not yet woken up in 2150, but I am open to the experience. I’ll let you know if I ever do. After I go to sleep and wake up back here. Could be a little tricky. What if I woke up in 1975 on my ship? Aggghhhhh!!!!!! Let’s not even go there.

    I have had dreams that foretold of specific events before they actually happened (see my story “The Dream” ). I have had dreams that coincided with events as they happened. I have dreamed about someone before I met them. I have been visited in dreams by departed loved ones. These things were real. They were not figments of my imagination. This I know. Can I prove it? I don’t need to. The thing that cinched it for me, though, was when my friend Reed visited me in a dream, and the next day at work, a complete stranger came up to me and gave me a message from Reed. Reed had died 2 years before. That’s when I knew, for sure, that this stuff is real. When Sam gave me a tape that he had recorded, talking about visits his Mom had had from Dad 2 days after his memorial service, with details that only I would have known, assuring me that the message was truly from Dad, I knew (see my story “The Messenger” ).

    Oh, incidentally, Tracy, mixed up the reservations in your dream – Burt and I had reserved the Penthouse Suite for you, up on the top floor, with the big balcony and great view. They’ll hold it there for you for the next dream! Take some cool “dream –pics” and tell us all about it! Oh, yeah, and you’re hosting Happy Hour – please remember to stock some Marke Clausthaler for us alcoholics! Haake Beck will work, as well! LOL!

    Man, all this writing made me tired. Nap-time!
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