Shouldn’t we be dreaming about lying on a raft in the ocean not about the sharks that will be looking to take a bite? They say we need our sleep for down time but lately my dreams are full of ups. Whether I’m running from some type of monster (personalities included) or having the fight of the night my dreams are full of passionate and anger. Yet they don’t appear restful maybe because I don’t remember the light cool breeze blowing against my face until it is filled with poisonous darts. It’s just a bit too ironic that often sleep time is often the most active time of one’s life.