I like to sleep and I like dreams. I think without dreams and nightmares. Sleep would be like small doses of death every night. A dark and lonely place. I like dreams and I know I have to sleep, but it scares me. There's no guarantee that I'll wake up. I become vulnerable to anything. While I indulge in the world of dreams, another world exists...a far more dangerous world..the waking world..the real world. Where death can happen at anytime or any moment.