I don't sleep anymore

I have been going to bed late this summer, and yet still getting up early. Perhaps it is because the sun sets so late and rises so early. But it has been a long time since I spent so much wakeful time.

I like sleeping. It is like existing in a slightly different world, where things that should not make sense find a way to make sense. All your inner fears manifest themselves in dreams. All your hopes find expression.

I have had one strange reocurring dream - I dream that I am seeing the next Star Wars movie (as my daughter says, "You're such a nerd!")

If I remember enough of the details, I'll share them as spoilers. Providing George Lucas doesn't sue me, of course.