I prefer not to dream. There is a peace in the dreamless oblivion that doesn’t compare to anything in the waking world. I don’t have to live, to breathe, to think, or even to be. I don’t have to do anything within the oblivion. It’s a pure nothingness. When I wake, that’s when the reasons for leaving become very clear.
To wake without prospect, without hope, where you have to struggle with even one reason to get out of bed and go about the day–it’s a living nightmare. To have nothing to look forward. To know that THIS day will be exactly the same as the NEXT day. It’s numbing, really.
Unfortunately, I don’t sleep that much, so the dreamlessness often eludes me.
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I know what you mean about not having much to look forward to. But I don’t understand not liking dreaming. I love to dream. My dreams usually take me to such happy places, unlike where I am currently.
I like to dream about the past but I understand what you mean about dreamless sleep….Dreamless sleep is like you’re dead….If you were never to wake up you wouldn’t know…..
I agree about the repeating days as well….Its like playing the same tape over and over and over again….It’ll drive you mad