Sleep.

It seems like it has become a priority in my life. No matter how difficult things turn out to be, I know sleep is something I must have, regardless.

With sleep, comes dreams. It may or may not occur, but lately they have been coming into my sleep, almost everyday now. There is something about dreams that pulls your spirit into it, whether you want to or not, you will eventually have to be forced to go through whatever that is happening in the dream. That curiosity of what might happen next, that feeling as though you are really there in the dream, that emotional attachment it has. It gets a little too overwhelming sometimes, where you would refuse to wake up, just to see what was bout to occur next.

The appearance of dreams has got me feeling very attached to dreams, where I feel fear in the real world. Some sort of feeling where if I experience something horrifying in reality, it would reoccur in my dreams and ruin it for me.

Hrmmm.