I don't know if I like sleeping or not. Lately I've had really horrible dreams where it's some huge plot to ****** me and know who the murderer will be and how they will do it but I can't convince any of my loved ones that it is going to happen, so I wait until the day and try to fend for myself. What's worse is that they're going to **** me, and then all of my family, so if I die I am the only one that knows what is going on, and no one will see it coming.
And tonight I dreamed about a wise mouse, some sheep, a call to adventure that made zero sense at the time, and something high above a cloud. It was very scary for some reason, though, and so when I stood up to get dressed after having my mother yell at me for some time to get ready, the memory of it was 95% gone and I was quite glad.