After I fell back asleep, I awoke with an epiphany about a work problem.  I identified a common root cause in two problems and while I slept, I wrote an email about them in my head.  Waking up, I reviewed the thoughts and email, surprised and pleased by my conclusions.  

I'd already articulated these two issues in some fashion to the brand and my team but now the situation that I'd predicted might happen had happened.  Yet, as I dealt with the problems the last several days, I didn't really see that. I awoke with understanding of the complete thread of emails and their related actions.  I could clearly articulate exactly what failed and when.  

It was a powerful, intelligent piece of work - to me, yes, as its author.  When I arose, this email was my first piece of writing for the day.  Even after writing and reading it, I was impressed with the insights, yet I didn't feel like they'd come from me.  They had, but they'd emerged from the sleeping me, unfiltered by my troubles and unfettered by my limitations.  

After thinking about the two epiphanies, on writing fiction and writing a work email, and writing a post in my head about them, I fell back to sleep with a purring Gingerbear King tucked up against my chest.  

I don't know what time it was or when I awoke again, but a third epiphany awoke me.