Sleep

Sleep. The thing that I need the most, but constantly evades me.
I wouldn't say I don't like sleep. I guess I'd just rather being doing something more... real...
The idea of sleep scares me somewhat: One minute you're awake and then you never remember how or when you fell asleep but you did, and then you're awake again and hours have past that seemed like merely seconds... or even less...
For me, even when I'm lucky enough to get some decent sleep, I'm constantly harassed by endless dreams. Some people think I'm lucky that I dream (or remember my dreams) every night. If I was them, I'd think I'm lucky too, but being me, I know that it sucks waking up feeling more tired than you did the night before. I dream so vividly, and so often, it tires me out, because I feel as though I've actually lived through whatever happened. (Which is also in some cases extremely awkward.)
Another downside is that I often can't distinguish between dream and reality, also due to the vividity (yes that's a word) of my dreams. For instance, I'll say to someone, "Don't you remember? I told you that," and they'll be confused and tell me that I didn't tell them whatever it was. Then I realise "Oops, that was a dream. Nevermind," which I may or may not say out loud...
And so life carries confusingly on...