One, how do you not dream? How do you even feel rested when you don't dream? I sleep without a dream and I don't even feel like I've slept at all.
Two, how the f**k can you ever be satisfied with the f**ked up tragedy that is reality? All I've ever wanted was to escape it. Also, I grew up without a Dad and when, if, Mom was there, she was the furthest thing from pleasant. I hate reality with a passion because of it.