We Sleep to Dream, and Live.

I find that it is the hardest to write in the day time. Your mind is to fresh and is probably still waking up from the sleep it has endured. Its a strange thing, how the mind resets its self over the course of a night. Sleep becomes a sort of 'forgetting' serum of a sort; to help you with the things you have experienced the last few 20 something or so hours. It really is odd.

This makes me think, are there things that we have experienced in our lives that we have always wanted to do, but forgotten about because of sleep, and how much do we actually forget over our sleep. What does our brain determine as good and bad, what to remember and what to forget? And as time goes on, who says that we haven't done many things that are on our bucket list that we have just, forgotten?

Some people might say that we only forget the things that we want to forget, if it was important we would remember it, but how would we know if we didn't remember?

And amongst with sleep, what if everyone's lives is just a dream, just preparing us for the real thing when we wake up? What if every single one of our lives and the people that we know in it was just a figment of some person that we is asleep somewhere in a hospital bed, and this is how he keeps his insane mind going while he/she lies helpless.

What is the meaning of all this that we are living through. Google keeps telling me its 46, but it feels like there something more, like there something waiting for us out there in the middle of the 46-50 range. Something like, 47.