Story for yawns:
I don't usually have much trouble sleeping. It can be anywhere- on the train, bus, car, stiff bed, floor, table... how it works is, I don't usually get consistent hours of sleep, nor do I have a sleeping pattern to follow. Similar to meals- i.e. eat when hungry, I sleep when I'm tired. Usual case is, sleepy at 3pm but unable to sleep due to work, get home thinking yea I'll have an early night, end up 3am wide awake.
People who say they can't sleep when it's not their own bed, I can't relate to that because I'm usually so tired by the time I get around to sleeping, it's pretty much KO as soon as I hit the bed. Or the bus. Or wherever I am that allows rest. Funny thing is the dreams that come with this kind of sleep. Sometimes, it might be a doze that lasts only 5 minutes in reality, but with the dream that accompanies it? Feels like hours.
The stay in Melbourne was pretty comfortable. I had my 4 pillows (perfect number) the whole time, a heater/air con and a spacious bathroom. Except I had that odd dream of loose teeth that everyone gets. Some say that indicates indecisiveness about a problem in real life, others say I'm hiding something, or that I'm grieving loss, or that I need to loosen up.
Whatever it is, I made sure to be extra vigilant when brushing my teeth the next morning. Don't judge- I like to take things literally.
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Alright! Back on track. Exciting times ahead because we went back to Little Lonsdale Street. I never blogged about my previous trip to Melbourne before this one. I went on my own because someone ditched me on that trip. That's story for a rainy day I think, but it was a wonderful experience and it was then that I discovered Little Lonsdale Street and the quaint cafes that dotted along it.


