This is hard to say, yet I need to express it..when I wake up I am terrified that my wonderfully haunting dreams have to come to an end..I start to wake up at 10am then linger in my sweet dreams, in a state half between being awake and in my sweet dreams, for three more hours, letting myslef dream a total of 12 hours of sleep. When I do try and try to bring my dreams to an end, I wake up and immediately listen to hear the kids' voices, I used to live with kids. Then I remember I live alone and I cry, every morning starts with tears and loneliness. I hate my house. Hate it real bad.