Lets sleep its Sunday

How important is it "not being able to say goodnight" ? As we settle down at the end of the day to be able to acknowledge that human discourse is at an end, for at least another day is important. The collaboration we share however small is finished as we independently fall asleep. As we fall asleep we fall into a place of isolation where the worries are forgotten and if blessed with sweet dreams, or non at all, one is obliged to stop thinking.

People living alone for what ever reason have no one to reflect their human hopes and fears.
With no one to share it can be a potentially frightening world particularly as one listens in the dead of night to the sound of your own ever more fragile system, wheezing away or the sudden unexpected pain which is probably nothing but being alone makes one feel vulnerable. Maybe if one had that the second opinion in the darkened room even if it was no more than a grunt, at least if you can hear a grunt, you are still alive !
Millions of people have to accommodate change but there are fundamental changes which when they happen open our psych up to the primeval fear of what it means to live and die and being alone at night brings such thoughts into focus.
Growing up at the adolescent stage one often had nightmares, bad dreams usually reflecting a condition of mind and usually reflecting our insecurity growing up and coming to terms with who you were in relation to society at large. Maturing, finding ones feet the bad dreams fell away to be replaced if you were lucky with good ones or at least by non at all which suggested you had the capacity for deep sleep without recall of the fantasy that plays out each night as our electrically motivated brain closes down.
It's amazing to think that without the stimulus of vision and an external awareness to prompt thoughts and reaction, a good part of our life is sublimated to relative inaction, the only useful thing the brain is called on to do is to keep the main physiological functions ticking over which they do without much prompting anyway. Much like our view of government the heart and the lungs, the kidneys and the stomach get on with their business without the fussy calls from head office which are so prevalent in the daytime.
But it is night time, the end of another busy day that the mind has its final flurry of activity, the what if syndrome flight or fight, a consolidation of the day's events in the book of remembrance which has to be poured over by the bookkeepers in the accounts department. What is our profit and loss statement like, will we have to ratchet up that loan of energy in the muscles department tomorrow to catch up or can we sleep in, its Sunday !