You know what I just realized? I don't have dreams that I can remember when I'm at home. When I was at school, I would wake up every morning with a new and weirder dream then the night before. I come home, and the dreams imediately stop. It's always been strange. When I'm at home, I'll dreams a few times every couple of months, that I can remember. It will last maybe, three or four nights, and then they dissapear again. For like.. months.

I like to sleep because of the dreams that I have. Even if after an hour after I wake up, I don't remember what they were about, I just know the feeling that they gave me. Dreaming makes sleep fun and worth it. When I'm at home and not dreaming, it's like... my brain is against me. It doesn't want me to sleep, even though I'm so tired that I can fall asleep in the strangest possitions. Sleep is boring and only used for health reasons when I'm at home.

And to end this, I'm going to sleep!