I find myself in love with sleep. Am I the only one that views it as the ultimate escape, a period of peace and tranquility. Granted I often have bad dreams but still, for the most part, it goes smoothly. I find sleep one of the things I look forward to the most, especially during periods of high stress. Its something of a compromise, in that it is the closest one has to the escape and peace granted by death but without the permanence (are death and sleep really so different?) Does anyone else know what I mean or can relate?