I want Sleep!

For the love of God, I just want to have a full night's rest! I am so tired of being tired. I am so tired of my dreams being the cause of my suffering! This blows! I fall asleep, have a dream, wake up, analyze the dream until I fall back to sleep, and then the process repeats itself. The hours I get are so broken up, it feels as though I don't sleep at all.
And then it feels like I am slowly being covered by a blanket of insanity. The ideas of fiction and reality spin together and, at times, I feel as though I cannot tell the difference between the two. Is this really the way my life is? Am I really the person I see in the mirror? Or is my reflection the real me and I am living my life through a mirror that shows the opposite-reality and space that I am occupying? I just don't know. I feel like I hate everything and that happiness is easily defined in the dictionary, but not easily found in life. BLAH!
Maybe today is just a good day to bitch. It's a good day to just BLAH everything! If I didn't have to work, I wouldn't leave the confines of my room. I would lay under the covers and wait for the day to be over, in hopes that tomorrow will be a little easier. So yeah, I dunno. I get lost in thought, and the unfamiliar territory is freaky!