There are nights I lay awake. I listen to Andy and Otis breathing beside me and I just can’t sleep. I close my eyes and try different types of relaxation tactics to lure myself to sleep only to find I am still awake. I change my breathing patterns to adjust my heart rate and 20 minutes later readjust my pillow thinking that will help.
Sometimes I just have a hard time getting my brain to just stop thinking. Sometimes I carry the weight of the world as I am trying to ease into a deep sleep, but sometimes the things that keep me awake are so absolutely ridiculous that it infuriates me. If I have to think of those things, why can’t I do it at lunch? Or while I am driving to and from work? Why does it have to be at 3 am?
So last night was one of those nights. I was just about to sleep when in my head I heard Andy say “I didn’t lock the door.” It was a comment he stated hours earlier when he let Otis into the back yard, well when he tried to let Otis out but Otis refused to go outside. When Andy closed the door he said, “I didn’t lock the door.” Knowing we would let Otis back out before bed it didn’t matter because we would lock it then. But as I lay there I started to wonder. Did we take Otis back out before bed? Did we lock the door? What happens if tonight is the night someone decides to break in? Two weeks ago I got up with Otis around 2:30 and was waiting with his leash at the front door when I looked across the room out the back door and saw a flash light. I thought I was seeing things, so I closed my eyes and looked again and sure enough the unmistakable glow of a flashlight was in our newly fenced in back yard. I got Andy up and he investigated and the person was gone. We have our theories on what/who it was. But while I was laying in bed last night I couldn’t help but think, maybe we were wrong? What if they really were casing our house at 2:30 AM and now they are going to come back and break in because our back door is unlocked. So I got up and checked the door. By that point in time my mind was going crazy with “What if” situations. The back door was locked.
By now there was no stopping the barrage of thoughts running through my brain.
For example: most of us can agree that the sky is blue (on a normal non cloudy day). This is excluding people that have any visual impairments (color blind or other). So people with normal vision can say the sky is blue. But how do we know that we are seeing the same thing, the same shade of blue? I know blue is blue because I have been taught that blue is blue, but what if the blue I am seeing is completely different than what other people see blue to be? What if other people see blue as what I see as green?! We all see a red apple, but what if we aren’t really seeing the same color? We are all seeing what we have been taught is a red apple, but who is to say what I know is red is the same that someone else knows as red. Does this matter? No it doesn’t. Especially not at 3 AM.
Or. Do people hear me as I hear me? My recorded voice on an answering machine isn’t the same voice I hear when I am talking. Which voice is what other people hear? And if it is my answering machine voice – I am sorry because that is annoying. Which voice does Otis hear?
Or. When we smell a rose, are we processing that smell the same? Some people smell coffee and hate it while others love it. Is that because we are processing it the same and that is preference, or because we aren’t smelling it in the same way?
Or. Why are my toes, short, fat, baby gherkin toes? They have always been this way. My toes have always been stumpy.
Or. What is Otis thinking? He was dreaming at 4 AM. He was running and whimpering. It wasn’t his whine like he was on a trail, but whimpering. Then his tail wagged. What is going on in his head?
Nights like last night annoy me so much. It wasn’t the night that I thought about the past and the future, just random things that make it to where I can’t shut my brain off. All the while Andy and Otis had no trouble sleeping.
I see a nap in my near future!