I found myself in a midsummer night’s dream, unclear of the foggy reality that surrounds me while wandering down a forest path. It’s night, yet as light as an afternoon stroll through fields of wildflowers coating the Alaskan mountains.
Real or not real?…My sleep starved, light intoxicated brain asks no one in particular. Suddenly, Shakespeare pops to mind, what an odd thing to think about at 3 in the morning.
At what latitude did he write “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”? Maybe he was on holiday in northern Finland. He had to be altered to write some of the works that he did.
I settle into a pleasantly confused daze to ponder this hypothesis, and pray that sleep comes soon.
A Midsummer’s Night Dream in Alaska
In the 5th grade, I had the opportunity to play Titania, Queen of the Fairies in our rendering of Shakespeare’s popular comedy. It has always been my favorite work from his twisted mind.
I was enchanted by tales of royalty, love, spells, fairies and the forest. It’s kind of dream world for an 11 year old girl. The night in the tale seemed to go on forever.
Little did I know that as an adult I’d be living in a place of endless summer light having my own midsummer night’s dream. The forests, meadows, ponds, and ocean are indeed alive all through the night, as summer solstice brings our longest day of the year.
Men, women, kids, dogs, bears, moose, fish, plants; everything seems to squeeze all they can out of long days.
Bridger and his friends went jet-skiing at 11 p.m. one night and hiking at 12 midnight another. Summer and Saige jump on the trampoline at all hours of the day and night. We all go fishing under the midnight sun, and golf? 10 p.m. tee time please.
There’s no chance of snoozing late into the morning. Rogue the German Shepard sticks her wet nose in my face at 4:30 a.m. to go out.
I Need Some Sleep!
Summer Solstice-A Midsummer Night’s Dream or Nightmare
I suppose it’s all in the way that you look at it. People ask whether it’s hard to live with such a dramatic shift in light and darkness. Answer: “Sometimes.” Then they ask, “Which one do you prefer?”
Both have their pluses and minuses, but the long hours of daylight are the toughest on me physically. I’m an ‘early to bed, early to rise, 7-8 hours sleep a night’ person. So the effects are real.
I do walk around in a bit of a stupor, much like a punch drunk zombie, at work; and occasionally, I find my dreams dance into the bizarre. (No I don’t consume the wrong wild mushrooms.)
It doesn’t really get dark. Even when the sun goes down and our 22 hours of daylight ends, there’s still ambient light. It’s something we’ve learned to live with.
After all, long summer night’s do have their benefits. There’s no excuses for staying indoors and winter will be here soon. Fortunately, there’s always caffeine!
Besides, by August, I’m sure that I’ll be sailing away with Capt. Jack on the Black Pearl, searching for Peter Pan in the magical mists of Narnia, fighting storm-troopers with my psychedelic pink light saber and catching jellyfish with Spongebob…The blissful wandering of the sleep starved mind in the midst of a Midsummer Night’s Dream.