Dreaming about sleeping

There is a strange kind of exhaustion that settles deep in the bones, not the kind that sleep fixes, but the kind that comes from chronic waking. 

Waking to responsibility. Waking to pressure. Waking to survival...and in this ever-alert state, we begin to crave the one thing we can't seem to reach...rest.

Not just rest of the body, but of the mind, the nervous system, the soul. And so we start dreaming about sleeping, fantasizing about disappearing into softness, longing to be held by slowness, yearning for the kind of silence that doesn't ask for anything in return.

This isn't laziness. This is the cry of an over-extended psyche. The whisper of a self that was never meant to carry this much, this long, without pause.

We romanticize stillness because we rarely experience it. We imagine rest like a faraway place we can visit one day when the to-do list is done, when the fires are out, when we’ve earned it.

But rest is not earned, rest is a right, and exhaustion is not a badge of honor. To dream of sleep is to confess a deeper need...to stop performing. 

To be unproductive without guilt. To be fully present in a world that doesn't demand our energy to belong. Because sleep is not a luxury, and dreaming of it is not enough. Eventually, the body will shut down what the mind refuses to slow down.

Let rest become real. Let stillness become safe. Let dreaming lead you home to yourself.

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