Dreamy, hazy sleep, the sumptuous bliss of soft pillows and perfect warmth, drifting us away into a muzzily delightful world of dreams. Sleep is one of life's great pleasures and now we can enjoy it even more, because we're officially good at it.
According to a recent study, Auckland sleepers have the second-best sleep quality in the world. The VAAY study correlates lifestyle factors like overwork, commute times and caffeine use among city-dwellers to create an index of who gets the best sleep. Apart from Amsterdam, who must fit in some pretty decent naps around all that nightlife (could it be all that red light?), it's Auckland.
Of all the indexes of all the bodily things, this is the one to win. Good sleep is the foundation of good health. It impacts everything from ageing and weight to heart disease, even to how likely you are to remember your own name at the big pitch meeting. It's enough to give you a sleepless night. Humans are the only animal that routinely undersleeps. Sometimes we have to; sometimes it's fun to. As children we idealise staying up late, something that begins at birth. Shakespeare wrote, "Macbeth does murder sleep," so it's amazing that more babies aren't named Macbeth.
Adults struggle against sleep too: we suffer from Netflix-based couch inertia or stay out too long, borrowing some of tomorrow's happiness to use tonight. In the morning we curse our hedonistic slightly younger selves for treating sleep so lightly, mourning the hours that got away.
We can't survive without sleep. The estimate is that about 11 sleepless days will do us in, but from day three our dreams start popping up as hallucinations. What a waste of our busy, creative unconscious that usually works so tirelessly during sleep to entertain and impress us. We're secretly but rightly proud of our dreams: they're perhaps the only times we know ourselves capable of truly original thought. The best ones are cinematic epics of adventure, vivid in texture and colour, through which we soar in triumph and just possibly encounter our favourite Bridgerton character. The worst plunge us into our deepest fears and we wake, sweaty and snarled, to relief: the snakes have gone, we don't have to unexpectedly sing lead soprano in that opera, we did remember to put the cat out.