Alice in Wonderland · The Original Story · 3 Hour Sleep Story to Fall Asleep
The Sleeping Almanac: Sleep Stories for Adults from Myth and Fairy TaleShow Notes
The voice you hear is the creator's own. He cloned it from recordings of his own voice, so every story is told in his voice. If you enjoy falling asleep to it, follow the show so each new story arrives on its own, and leave a rating on Apple Podcasts so other people can find it. Subscribing on YouTube helps the show grow, even if you only listen here: youtube.com/@TheSleepingAlmanac The Sleeping Almanac is also a shelf of books, bedtime stories to read and mythology coloring books: gildenmyth.com/books A slow, calm 3 hour fairy tale sleep story to help you fall asleep and stay asleep. Tonight the storyteller opens the old book to Alice in Wonderland, as Lewis Carroll first told it in 1865. A golden afternoon on a riverbank, a white rabbit with a waistcoat pocket and a watch inside it, a fall so long and slow it feels like floating, and a tea table where the dormouse sleeps peacefully through everything. The whole adventure is a dream from its first page to its last, which makes it the safest adventure there is, and at the end the dreamer simply wakes on the same warm bank, with her head in her sister's lap. Settle in, close your eyes, and let it drift over you. The pacing is slow, the voice is soft, and the music never spikes. It is all a dream on a riverbank, and the story knows it, so nothing in it can follow you anywhere except into sleep. There is nothing here to fear. You do not have to watch. You do not have to remember any of it in the morning. Episode 6 of 12 · The Storybook Season Where this sits: Part 6 of 12 in The Storybook Season, one storyteller, one lantern, and one complete famous tale each night, each told from its original source. Tonight, a dream on a riverbank. Every episode stands on its own, and any night is a fine night to begin. Chapters: 0:00 Welcome 2:50 A Golden Afternoon, and a White Rabbit with a Watch 9:46 The Little Golden Key 18:52 The Pool of Tears and the Caucus Race 35:27 The Rabbit Sends in Little Bill 48:35 Advice from a Caterpillar 1:01:08 Pepper, a Pig, and a Grin Without a Cat 1:16:52 The Maddest Tea Party in All the World 1:33:24 Painting the Roses Red 1:49:44 The Mock Turtle's Story 2:06:12 The Lobster Quadrille, and Who Stole the Tarts 2:25:41 Alice's Evidence, and a Pack of Cards 2:37:59 Goodnight. And the Lamp at the Edge of Morning Watch the illustrated version on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@TheSleepingAlmanac New episodes every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday. 🕯 Sleep stories from history, Kingdoms at Dusk: https://kingdomsatdusk.com 📜 All our worlds: https://gildenmyth.com 🕊 Goddess sleep meditations, The Tender Hour: https://www.youtube.com/@TheTenderHourChannel 🌙 Join the almanac, first looks and the occasional quiet letter: https://gildenmyth.com This show uses AI tools (research, narration, visuals) under human editorial direction. Every episode is reviewed before release.
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