Oh, for all the intensity and... draining aspect of my dreams, I wouldn't give them up! They're my second life. Sometimes they seem to make more sense intheir surreal way than 'real' life does.

I'm procrastinating. As much as I love sleep, and depend on my dreams, I don't want to give up this little bit of alone time. Nap time and late night are the only chances I get anymore. Staying up late (and depriviing myself of much needed sleep) actually keeps me in a beter mood than going to bed when I should.