I can’t sleep. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does there’s no fighting it. I have to get up and burn off some brain energy. Trust me, on a good day my brain would power 3 LED lights. Only one went out tonight and the two that were left looked like scary eyes staring at me in the dark. I frightened myself. If I had a nickel. When a person is young, sleep seems like punishment. “Bed time.” Reply, “Noooo, no-ho-ho-nooooooo!” As an adult it’s bliss. It’s a wonderful gift when all the stresses of daily life melt away. You find yourself having dinner on a private jet with seven supermodels who can’t get over how handsome you are. Well, that’s what I personally strive for in my lucid dreaming exercises. Hmmmm. I guess I turned off the second LED by writing this fascinating and insightful take on sleep, or lack thereof. See, told you I wasn’t a cerebral power plant. Didn’t take much. Maybe I’ll try to hitting the hay for a second time. If I don’t make it to the bed before the final LED goes out, I’ll find myself face down on the floor. Again, if I had a nickel.