Who now will sing me lullabies

Despite what this wonky american website says, it's two a.m. and I just can't sleep. Dunno what the problem is, but all week I've had trouble nodding off. Its pretty warm in here so it could be that, or I could just be too excited about my new computer (which arrived today) or I could have inadvertently eaten too many E-numbers but either way, I'm not tired in the least. I've also been having some really vivid dreams lately. Last night I dreamt a boy from school turned up here at the Hall to visit me. He had lost a bit of hair and had an earring, maybe put on a bit of weight, but apart from that, he looked the same. The funny thing was that there was no where for him to stay so Linda Thomas had made him a bed on the floor in the paper room in the I.T. (among the piles of paper) and I was trying it out when he arrived - not sure how we knew he was coming, when it was a surprise! Also not sure why he couldn't stay with me when i've got a spare room!! I can't remember much else about it, except that there were loads of other people in the I.T. and we were trying to talk despite the noise, but when I woke up it seemed so real and strong that I almost kept going with the dream except I was no longer asleep. I was quite convinced that he was coming, or that I would find out something about him today. I tried looking him up on google to see if anything turned up, but all I could find was a jazz singer with the same name - I'm pretty sure it wasn't him. I was pretty rotten to him at school, for no good reason and I've always wanted to apologise, so I dunno if that's why he appeared last night, although I still didn't get round to say I was sorry before I woke up - and I hadn't consciously been thinking about him anyway. I sometimes wonder if I'm supposed to pray for people when they turn up in my dreams unannounced, so I did, kind of. Dreams are very odd.
My hero Frederick Buechner says...

"Freudians and Jungians, prophets and poets, philosophers, fortunetellers and phonies all have their own claims about what dreams mean. Others claim they don't mean a thing. But there are a least two things they mean that seem incontrovertible.
One of them is that we are in constant touch with a word that is as real to us while we are in it, and has much to do with who we are, and whose ultimate origin and destiny are as unknown and fascinating, as the world of waking reality. The other one is that our lives are a great deal richer, deeper, more intricately interrelated, more mysterious, and less limited by time and space than we commonly suppose.
People who tend to write off the validity of the religious experience in general and the experience of God in particular on the grounds that in the Real world they can find no evidence for such things should take note. Maybe the Real World is not the only reality, and even if it should turn out to be, maybe they are not really looking at it realistically."