Last night we watched The Science of Sleep, which was great. It's written and directed by Michel Gondry who had previosly directed "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", which I also liked very much indeed.
"The Science of sleep" has a fairly loose plot, but it can be boiled down to a young man who has difficulty separating his dreams from the real world, and vice versa, he falls in love and the dream/reality overlap becomes even more pronounced. As a lot of the film is depicting dreams it's very visually stimulating, and it is also simultaneously in French, English and Spanish, but not in a confusing way. It stars Gael García Bernal, who is gorgeous. I heard a story about a friend of a friend seeing him in John Lewis in London, and being so stunned by his actual real live beauty in such close proximity that they dropped and broke their laptop. Apparently totally worth it. Gael is opposite Charlotte Gainsbourg, who I thought was really charming.
Anyway, I think the Doc may have chosen this film because I've been having a lot of nightmares recently. For at least the last week I've slept badly and once or twice just sat bolt upright in bed looking round the room in a panic. It's alarming, but fortunately I know exactly why this is happening.
My body temperature whilst I'm asleep is very important. If I'm too cold I simply wake up, but if I'm too hot I have very bad nightmares, which can range from full-on horror-movie gore to waking up in tears from a dream about pasta sauce with crunchy onions in. Of course I hate crunchy onion in pasta sauce, who doesn't?, but I don't cry about it whilst conscious.
Usually I sleep with a sheet and a cotton bedspread, and that will be perfectly fine for most of the year. I'll add a light quilt and a fleece under blanket in winter, but that's normally it. I didn't bring my cotton double bedspread with me from England, and, whilst I wasn't here, Doc C bought a polyester bedspread. Man made fibres, such as polyester, are not my sleepy-time friends, hence the nightmares. We keep meaning to go out and buy new bedding, but it just hasn't happened so far.
Last night I folded the polyester blanket in half so the Doc had it all to himself, and I used the cotton single blanket I've had since I was at university. I had such a nice sleep. I had lovely restful dreams about nice cups of tea, and it was all very pleasant.