Over the last 10 years of my life(prior to that it was mainly nightmares), dreams have been the one reason that I hate sleeping, they're either so good that by comparison I feel suicidal uppon awakening, knowing that never will I have that life, or they've been so terrible, not so much scary but, just so sad, and the worst thing is when they're like that it's sad in the fact that I can see it as being a realistic future for me.
Then I get the odd haven't slept for over 30 hours sweatfest psycho dreams, usually involving me in the moment of breaking going mental with a baseball bat, or a hammer or something, and realizing that I've just bludgeonned someone I care about to death, then everything just breaks down.
Of course about 11 years ago I was kinda trapped in a dream, I kept waking up into another dream over and over and over, think the movie groundhog day, but with time standing still(leaves don't move, there's no wind, no movement, no noise, and nobody exists anymore, like nothing was ever touched, there are buildings but no people, no photos of people, nothing to remind you of anything, it felt like centuries, I didn't sleep for days after I finally found reality(at least I hope this is reality)...
So no, unless it was for studying the effects of a seriously bent subconscious, combined with a broken personality, in a man who feels like he's 5-6 different people but not in the multiple personalities sense, just that many of my former selves have died, but they still exist... it's like having a head full of the ghosts of yourself, they don't speak to me or anything, it's just this feeling, and it's like having layers of emotion that fight eachother, and memories that don't feel familiar in the slightest but I know they happened and I was there, I get this emotionally drifting deadness combined with a lust for adventure and the energy of new exploration, I love to party but not so much for mingling as for the energy of unrestrained enjoyment of music/some kind of entertainment in a group setting, the energy of others... hard to explain... I dunno what's wrong with me, but I'd put it down as, A LOT.
But hey, I know a ton of shit from my random studies, and my observations of behavioural patterns in others has led to being able to lead a relatively normal life.
Hell it's pretty fair to say it's a given that it will pretty much rock bottom kill any respect anyone reading this might have for my opinion, because "crazy people" are obviously stupid and can't think straight... But hey whatever, it's not like I can "shit can" my life any more than it already has been, short of ending up in prison somehow...
So yeah, I remember a few dreams vividly, and the rest by the time I'm clear headed enough to sit up, all I have is a strong emotion caused by the contents of the dream, and I'd rather personally not remember any of them... though there was this one time that I woke up and the phrase "My pancake tower has HINGES!" stuck in my head, only time I ever woke up and had a smile on my face because it was hilarious... Only other time's I've woken up with a smile, there's either been a damn fine reason in bed with me, or something to look forward that day and no recognizance of any dreams.
