You know what? I’m a much nicer person than I was a month ago.
Last month, I was a grumpy bitch from Hell. Angry snakes with PMS had better tempers than me. But in my defense, it wasn’t my fault.
It was sleep. Or lack thereof. But the thing is, I didn’t even know I was missing it. I was in bed for the usual eight hours. I was not suffering from insomnia, or waking up constantly, or tossing and turning.
I was dreaming. Too much. Vivid, constant dreams, ranging from the mundane to the unusual, in hi-def colour. And then I’d wake up in the morning exhausted and grumpy, because I’d just spent the entire night helping my second grade teacher save the blue frogs before the bad men covered them in sticky tape, or whatever.
As it turns out, constant dreaming can be a sign of dysfunctional sleep (not getting enough deep sleep), and can be a symptom of depression, or lead to it. It can be a sign of too much stress and anxiety, and can be eventually harmful because of the proper sleep deprivation.
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We keep our ceiling fan on, because neither of us can sleep if it's too quiet. I watched a show a while back, it was dealing with kids who were behaving badly, and trying to figure out if they were just naughty or if there was another underlying issue (autism, adhd etc). One little boy was pretty naughty, and had a lot of sleep issues too. They put a camera in his room to record his bedtime behaviour - and that night he slept like a log and didn't move the entire night! The background noise from the camera worked as white noise, and solved half the problem right there.