This is a story from my personal experience. What can you do with sleep yourself, in ordinary life and with good results? Once I had a dream about wild cats. It’s as if my mother, leaving the apartment, reminds me that in the back room the cats are either leopards or lynxes (just reminds). For some reason, I immediately feel uncomfortable, I approach the door, the door opens towards me, I get scared and start closing it. I lean with my whole body, my legs slide on the floor - I stubbornly try to close the door. And I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid. And not only is there someone pressing on her from the inside, but also the shaggy paw of this “someone” is creeping into the door crack. I don’t see which one exactly, but it feels like a jaguar or a leopard. Maybe a lioness. And this paw is waving very actively from my side of the door... I’m scared. I feel that it is stronger there, I wake up. Draw! The dream ends, but I remain on the border for some time (the result of past training). At this border there is already awareness of oneself and everything that is happening, but the dream is still vivid, you can remember any little thing. The first thing I understand is that if this jaguar leopard needed to tear me apart, he (or she) would easily do it. Plus, even in the dream I had a clear knowledge that there were three or four cats there, but not one. And the fact that the paw did not release its claws speaks of one thing - the owner of the paw did not want to harm me. The cats just wanted to get out. They posed no danger to me. Moreover, half asleep, on the edge of dreams, I realized that they also knew about my fear. And that’s why they wanted to open the door. Show me - there’s nothing to be afraid of. All day long I periodically thought about cats, and even somewhere I regretted that every time I get scared and get scared (this was not the first dream where I avoided contact with leopards, lionesses, and cheetahs). But, as they say, after a fight you don’t wave your fists. And in the evening I remembered an excerpt from Nadezhda Ognenko’s book about dreams. One day she dreamed of a ship on the deck of which people were walking their crocodiles. And they sedately, like purebred dogs, minced nearby. Only she was afraid to take her for a walk. Therefore, during the day, actually walking through the park, I imagined a crocodile slowly crawling nearby on a harness and leash. Then, in the book, this passage amused me. However, in the evening I went to bed and...I apologize for the digression. This is important. Since childhood, I have been afraid to sleep at home without light. I sleep peacefully in hotel rooms, when visiting, but at home the night light should be on or the TV should be on if I’m alone. When I was already studying to become a psychologist, I wanted to work with this fear. But there were many other problems and events that were waiting to be resolved, and the fear of sleeping in the dark did not interfere. That night I was alone. Of course, the TV was on with almost no sound, I really wanted to sleep, but I was still watching some movie, and suddenly I had a great desire to see that cat! Leopard Jaguar. It's like I've been rewired. The sleep went away, the fatigue went away, calmness and determination appeared. I closed my eyes, focused on my breathing, let go of all thoughts and imagined a big cat. I didn’t even imagine it, but simply allowed my fantasy to flow as I liked. And away we go! I lay with my eyes closed and “saw” how a large, even moderately well-fed leopard (but with a more elongated muzzle of a jaguar) approached the bed, jumped onto it softly and springily, sniffed my leg, and calmly lay down next to me at my feet. Yes, it was a fantasy. But so bright that the body felt the mattress being crushed under its paws. I have a wide two-meter bed, but the cat had to seriously adjust. I don’t know how long he lay there, it seemed like a few seconds, but sometimes a second feels like an eternity. The moments were too full. And then the leopard stood up and silently jumped onto the floor. He left the room. And I realized - yes, he’s hot here on the bed. Hot and little space. And he feels good in my big corridor. And he will sleep there. How calm I felt! I turned off the TV. I listened to the darkness. Quiet. Calm and quiet. And it will always be like this. If I need it, he will come and be there. Sleep, walk or even live. There’s just no need to call him in vain. He is too.