For a while, I dreamed of killing my girlfriend, and she is something amazing... But anywho. I hated that. I hated not being able to control the dream, and the fact that it kind of... half melded into a realistic feeling. It was as if it was actually happening, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. So I deprived myself of sleep, doing my best never to sleep unless I had no choice, i.e., I passed out. And the only reason I'm back to sleeping normally now is the fact that I've stopped dreaming about killing her, and started dreaming of my own death, which is something I fantasize about. I could go into details about what it included and such, but yeah. I know this seems weird but it is weird.