Originally Posted by
rubah
If I didn't sleep, I would miss dreaming.
For example, the other night, I dreamed Ashton Kutcher was some sort of feeble minded furry, and when I wouldn't let him tie me up in his bondage lair, he got really sad and tried to offer me his favorite fuzzy bird toy (he was holding it in his mouth), but I was like "but, ashton, that's your favorite fuzzy bird toy!" and he was like 'I really want you to have it,' but I just kinda backed away from him and ran to the watering hole where my other body was, except they were in zebra form, and you had to go through a sink hole to get to the watering hole, and the reason was that it was my first day of tutoring and I wanted a safe place for all my students (wombats, meercats, whatever) to be able to hide from predators like cheetah (thermodynamics)