Thursday, May 19, 2011
To sleep, perchance to dream
I'm thinking about my old waterbed this morning. Yeah, of course I had a waterbed. While I had it, I loved it so much. Imagine my surprise, once I moved on to the '80s bed of choice, the futon, to suddenly realize how bad that waterbed was for my back. I never knew how dreadful it really was - maybe because I was so stoned during those years I was unable to put two and two together. Maybe I just didn't care, your guess is as good as mine. One wonders why waterbeds became so popular in the first place. At least I do.
It wasn't until I was married that I started sleeping on a real mattress. Oh man, a good mattress is heaven, it really is. I didn't know that because growing up I slept on a couch. After that (until I bought my waterbed) I slept on foam pads on the floor. I was a hippie; that is how we lived.
I'm shopping for a new bed at the moment, some version of a fold-out couch, because I am going to move my massage practice into the chateau sometime this summer (my bedroom will become the treatment room). So many people now live in tiny spaces that the technology of fold out beds has improved dramatically. Last week I went to Ikea and lay on many different sofa beds. I was so impressed.
Though I don't think of myself as trendy in any way, shape or form, the truth is that these very nifty sofa beds are kind of "in" right now. What a weird society we live in - we are so into our fashions, even the way we sleep can be trendy or not. It's a little scary, isn't it?