Imagination Trumps Insomnia

All my life, I’ve been a really good sleeper. I credit my Dad and his bear-like ability to sleep anytime, anyplace, for as long as he likes. I love to sleep. I have a deep delight in dreaming, too, and my dreamscape is an important part of my creative inner world. I almost always get my desired eight hours of sleep.

That said, over the past couple of years, every couple of months I’ve had something odd happen. I’ll wake up, or be woken up, a couple of hours before my normal wakeup time. And I...