el viento y el duermo

The wind is so loud here. I think it’s just our room, though, like there’s something about being on the tenth floor and about facing whatever cardinal direction it is we’re facing that makes it really loud. Because our room has definitely had some strange noises to it. But this wind sounds like the cyclone sounds in “The Wizard of Oz.”

I love to be woken up in the middle of the night, as long as it’s actually the middle of the night. It’s very disappointing to be woken up just before your alarm goes off and realize that you don’t have time to go back to sleep. However, if I am just woken up because the wind is blowing or because a light has been turned on, I really don’t mind. I will mind if someone actively tries to keep me up, but otherwise, even if it’s people having a conversation, I almost never have a problem with it. I’m not sure why that is, but part of it is that I really, really enjoy the process of falling asleep. I love to daydream, I love to fall asleep and listen to music, I love to plan out stories that I’m going to write. And there’s something delicious about being awake when the rest of the world is just spinning away and being asleep (except the wind or the rain or the motion light in the carport) and knowing that you have all the time in the world to pick up where you left off and begin daydreaming again.

I also have a lot of distinct memories of being conscious of the fact that I am asleep and dreaming. Is that possible?