Time, and sleep

I had a dream last night where I was confused by this house in the woods. It seemed to be some sort of modular place. It felt like I was playing a game of Minecraft. I could see everything in that grainy styled texture. I was there, but also observing the whole process. That perspective you achieve when you realize you are dreaming.

That fact did not wake me, however. I remained observing and experiencing the same thing. Something was upset with me for not doing what it wanted. But I never got the impression of malice, just frustration. It had no form. I can't recall ever giving it any substance. It was just there. Someone else was there too. A woman. I almost want to say that they also were present and an observer. I conversed with them in both realms. We had to appease the being. Whatever it was didn't seem to matter.

What mattered was it, and the problem it wanted us to solve. Right before I woke up, it all solidified into a perfect solution. Every room had three devices put into them. Almost in an upside down 'L' pattern; arranged atop a cement slab. The slab resembled smooth stone blocks from Minecraft. The number of rooms on each side of the house, was something like 6 or 7. I seem to recall only having to worry about the one side. Whatever I chose would be mirrored on the other.

Something in me wants to add a hallway that bisects the the house, and doors to each room. Though, I seem to never really have observed the doors or hallway from the hallway itself. Only the interior of the rooms themselves and the devices.

Boy this is tough. I don't really remember what all lead to this. All recollection of the dream started fading the moment I tried piecing them together.

Well, once I figured out the number and, I guess, the layout, I proclaimed "It's feeding on time! It wants my time!" I felt elated at finding the solution.

Even now trying to search the internet I can find no mention of anyone referring to a 'being that eats time'. Only upon various musings about it throughout the day have I come to the conclusion that it was probably my mind trying to rationalize the necessity for sleep. The being feeding off of time is me. I need time to sleep and yet I deprive myself it, because I feel I don't have enough time.

I am the time eating beast. And yet...

I don't have the solution to give myself all of the time I desire. I feel like I'm always wasting it or not 'eating enough' of it with experiences. I'm indecisive, and cowardly when it comes to living my life life in 'self-proclaimed' solitude. I'm lonely. I can't survive...

And yet, I live, and can't sleep!