Today in Sarahphim's world, she was pretty tired. I could have slept for a hundred days. I am afraid I enjoy sleeping rather much. It's one of my fave things. I think it's because I have amazing dreams. I figure this about my dreams. See I love movies, have devoted countless hours of my lifetime to the enjoyment of motion pictures. So my dreams feel like movies. A.) I feel like I sit in a theater chair and watch them even if I am a character in my dream. B.) they are as exiting and adventerous as movies are to me. So I think dreaming is mostly why I love sleeping. There's also this peice about cocooning but that's another therapist visit. While I was being tired today instead of daydreaming, or actually dozing, I watched a movie called the Family Stone. I had seen it before. I liked it before. Today it was triggering all my saddlebag crying emotions. So while the babies where sleeping I was weeping to this tragically not overlly sad movie but just emtional enough to be like "Damn, why am I crying?"
I wonder how we see our dreams. I mean our eyes are closed and the images aren't external. And I don't wear glasses in my dream which are fairly high def. So that means I have to think about an internal eye. What else does it see besides dreams? How am I able to control it? Maybe I can't. What if my internal eye is what God show me. It he the director or me? Hmmmm. What I think about my internal eye is that I'm really glad I can see movies in my head as well as on the screen. It would be cooler if that eye had power like telekenisis or something but Ah well.
Sarahphim signing out.