My night has a three stage character. A good deep sleep, a wake tossing and turning with complications and another deep sleep. I kind of get used to this. Most of the time it ended in nightmares.
However things slightly change. I return more often into the past. And get out with more kindness. Being and feeling more me. That’s kind of cryptic; I know. But dreams are lucid and difficult to catch in words, because then they wouldn’t make sense. And the love and kindness I felt had always been my guidance through life.
Maybe sleep is a healing mechanism and it allows us to focus on what is important in our lives. Maybe we need to treat dreams less as an energetic renewal service but include the spiritual side also. Spiritual in the sense that we still haven’t figured out how the brains give rise to consciousness. Not in the hocus pocus way, but in deep respect to how wonderful our bodies are; even if they don’t quite work as well as they used to.