The white, futuristic Apple earbuds look like conjoined twin sperm attached at the tail. The right one, the one with the broken speaker that only outputs at about half-volume, is shoved tight into my ear, and bolstered to equalization by the pillow upon which I lay my head.
I'm using recordings of binaural beats to induce deeper sleep, but tonight I've chosen the"Dreamy Sleep" program (I love dreams! That's where I'm a pirate!) as an experiment to see what insights more dreams might offer.
I wake up disappointed in myself every two hours from mundane dreams of work, discussions about TV shows, and other things I don't even bother to remember, and the only upside is looking at the clock, and enjoying how much time I have left before falling back asleep.