I sleep but I do not dream.
I enjoy the reprieve. I use to despise it. Wasting time that could be spent active on oblivious rest. I now feel that I do not need to gain anything from sleep aside from the natural restoration it provides and avoiding it is hardly a preference.
I have dreamed before, some relating to the future which years or months later I live through. If I remember the dream I often change what was done in it. Perhaps the subconscious exists in a different manner than the active mind. I can suggest many theories to this, I might do so in a future post.
I've had nightmares, maybe 3. One as a child, I find it funny that I even feared what I had in the dream. Chased by Gremlins, the ones from the moving, those goody little things with bad habits.
I have had more serious nightmares, one in which I was at my parents home where I grew up. It was dark and I was the only one home. I was standing at the back of the living room and took notice of the recliner to my right. A large hand attached to a lanky arm extended out from beneath it. Once it had returned beneath, a large figure 9-10 feet tall stood straight up coming from the same space. It was highly improbable! The figure was of human shape and without feature, yet I could tell it was observing me. My breath hastened and I woke up with my breath in the same matter. I regret not having stayed to figure out what the creatures purpose was. It didn't truly seem to mean harm.
The last nightmare I adapted into a story in an earlier blog entry "Taboo", in which the figure is most certainly malicious.
The last form of dream I experience is one in which I am in constant conflict. I am on the run, while fighting back and being chased by a relentless enemy, often monstrous. I never feel that this is something to be afraid of and always wish to best it. I wake up with regret if the dream ends before I can do so, which is often the case. It seems the difference between nightmare and normal dreams can be control and feasibility.
Despite all this, most of my time asleep involves nothingness, I suppose since I accept the void, it accepts me as well.