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dj sleep

Hello, reader.  How are you doing?  I was telling my friend that I would like to be DJ Sleep.  At the end of a rave, the dancey kids could put on pajamas, grab their stuffies, pacifiers, pillows, and blankies to snuggle down for dreamland.  I would layer different chill sounds for them to sleep to.

The winding down portion.  Slumber party music.  Yes–you know I was Candyfoot Lionized Ultrasound.  But I also could be DJ Sleep.

white noise

Living in community, I need ways to stay asleep and not get bothered by noise.  Ming and I are on different sleep schedules, so he would come in and out of our bedroom carrying stuff, waking me up.  The floor is squeaky right there.  So I started playing youtube white noise.

I know whitenoise machines exist.  But I already have a computer which is close at hand.  And folks aren’t needing the bandwidth in the middle of the night.

First I started with rain sounds.  I learned the thunder is too much.  Then I did river flowing sounds.  Ah, nice trickles!  Then I found pretty wind chimes with bird chirps.  It was an easy jump, to layer wind chimes over river flowing sounds.

Wow!  Sounds so good.  Then I found cat purring sounds, and that’s all she wrote.  The cat purring sounds are wonderful.

These days I like to layer two different cats purring with some ocean waves sounds.  Maybe rain also.  Sounds great.  That makes me my own DJ Sleep.

no movies

What sounds would you like to layer?  I know some people listen to movies, to get to sleep.  Ming said it’s so their minds can grasp on the movie rather than their own stressful thoughts.

I don’t care for movies–that would be terrible for me.  Language is too good to ignore.  Movies are the opposite of restful: overwhelming.  A movie without language maybe.

Who would I be, if I could fall asleep to a movie?  Not the sensory-sensitive Laura-Marie we know and love.

fruits

Ming and I are home now in Eugene.  We kept our fruit on this plate, when we were housesitting.  Toward the end, a duck egg snuck in.

The chile was crying because it was left out.  Oh, poor lil chile.  We’ve all been there.  Maybe one day you can be on a chile plate.

fruits

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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