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It figures I would lose sleep the night before school began again. Each night of this glorious week, I wrapped myself into the arms of Morpheus and slept gloriously.
But not this evening. Tonight, Morpheus stood me up. Typical false god, they always disappoint when you need them the most. I am no stranger to false gods, so I know.
Having a good block of time on my hands while waiting for slumber to arrive, I took a peek at http://www.greekmyths-greekmythology.com/morpheus-the-god-of-dreams/ to see what I was missing. It turns out he was thought to send messages about our future through dreams. If you have the kinds of dreams I do you will, like me, hope this could not be true.
My dreams are always erratic combinations of images and conversations that I have had in the course of the day which turn in on each other and swirl about each other into what is a perfect storm of horror meets absurd. If they foretell the future I am truly doomed to live inside a Lewis Carroll novel.

In last night's foray into the Land of Nod I was trying to vacuum my sister's house while lying on my side. Housekeeping for me is always a nightmare but try doing it while lying on your side to appreciate my dilemma. When she unleashed the Bull Mastiff from the confines of her bathroom I used the hose of the vacuum to vault over the gate that kept him out of the living room. Perhaps Morpheus wants me to be buy a vacuum with a rigid hose.
Earlier in the evening I dreamed I was at an airport for a three-hour layover. I  folded myself over the arm of an airport chair, slept for way too long, awoke and had a deep and meaningful conversation with a fellow pilgrim. As I spoke from the heart, he extracted my credit cards from my purse. I tried to call my husband for help but my fingers had grown alarmingly, sideways, and called a Carvel Ice Cream shop inadvertently. Not all together bad if you happen to need an ice cream cake.
The worst dreams involve me trying to run from danger- if crawling on your stomach can be called running.
Having thought this through, I think it best not to wait for Morpheus anymore. I think it is better to fix my thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable; Better to think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise; to cling to what is good and write them on the tablet of my heart so that when I sleep, those things can swirl around each other and blend into each other, creating a symphony of praise, not confusion. When I lie down my sleep will be sweet.
And should sleep still elude me, I can have the companionship of that symphony of praise that rises out of all of it.

Philippians 4:8, Proverbs 3:3