I had a bad dream this morning (well, it was a good dream until SURPRISE ASTEROID KILLED ME), so I went back to sleep until I had a better one, and the better one was AWESOME, I saved a whole enclave of dragons and dragonriders from the creepy circus that wanted to steal the dragons, and then I surfed down a three-story bannister instead of taking the stairs.

So now that I feel like a badass, I can deal with being awake and packing some of my shit and generally interacting with the real world.

I love dreaming. I sleep to dream. I wouldn't oversleep so much if my dreams weren't amazing.