Best of all, each day I wait impatiently until night falls so I can sleep; so I can dream. On average I experience four or five dreams a night; vivid and cinematic stories where I become submerged in worlds that often feel more real than waking life. I sometimes find it hard to remember my dreams. The consequence of experiencing different, experiencing better, in the best of dreams, is that coming back to reality becomes so, so much worse. Now, even though my dreams have turned dark and my mind has betrayed me, I still wait for sleep.