My insomnia and lack of sleep is namely put down by the interruptions that of my family and their different time clocks of getting home and doing things namely cooking up a huge dinner/breakfast or television being fairly loud for watching in the wee hours of the morning..and my highly sensitive sensors at that time of the night. To no avail of support but jest and humour I feel somewhat ignored. My dreams have become visually realistic and spooky in part. As some of the visuals of people since passed or left my life for a new and improved one supposedly leaves me dazed for the day to come. I wonder if I should make short stories out of them and put them in a book. Alas the can't sleep till gone 2am and worst 4am is due to the damn weather swirls of the UK Summer/Autumn transition. Damn it! No meds pls!!