Yeah, I sleep the usual 6~8 hours. I hate sleeping anything other than that.
And don't even get me started on sleeping with noise, I get the trippiest dreams. I'll just copy and paste one dream I had once...
I had a nightmare this night. It was awesome. It even had a storyline.
I don't remember it all too well, but I guess it all began with me in school, having a talk with my teacher with my parents present (Apparently, I did something wrong). My parents didn't like what I did one bit and didn't take me to some place that I wanted to go, so I stayed home.
At that time it felt like I was playing a point/click adventure game, I was trying to fix a huge ass generator(for no apparent reason, the thing was working. It was all smashed, but working) that was in my house(for no apparent reason again), so I was running around opening drawers and cabinets, breaking mirrors to see what's behind them and whatnot, and I thought I'd be in one hell of a lot of trouble if my parents arrived, which should be at any moment, so after a bit more of searching around aimlessly, I heard the door opening, I was scared for my life, and when I went to check, it was only my cat! (Which I don't have in real life.)
So, there was this bookshelf looking thing, I tried moving it, and it took me to some sort of flashback-like experience, it said that I was one of many "spectra" of myself, and whenever something that shouldn't happen occurred, a spectrum was created, and set into a different dimension, but it was like, I could see myself, and I could see the rest of the world, but the rest of the world couldn't see me (like a ghost), and there were many "me"s in other dimensions, but we couldn't see each other. The only way of connection between the dimensions was that bookshelf. Whenever something was placed on it, it was there for every dimension.
I saw the many "me"s taking a rock and a cup, and using a knife to take the dust from the rock and putting it in the cup. The rock dust would come out in different colors for each different dimension, then each me would place that rock dust on the shelf. Then I somewhat knew that only when the rock dust from all dimensions was on the shelf things would go back to normal. It was then I heard the door opening, this time it was for real.
I saw my parents and me and my brother coming in (I'm a ghost, remember?), my parents went to their room and my other self and my brother were standing around. I learned somehow (Like a tutorial pop-up in a game) that I could start haunting them whenever I wanted only by screaming(And it was one of those times in which you try to scream, but you can't, because you're sleeping. Ever happen to you?). I would appear for a little bit and be able to interact with them, so I tested it out and shoved my brother against the wall, he hit his head, went unconscious and was placed in bed. After a bit of time (which my dream seems to have skipped), I saw my other (real) self shoving me to the ground, and looking me deep in the eye, and saying "I won't let you do this", at this moment I learned that I could incorporate whoever I wanted by hitting them on the chest with both hands (but if the person died with me in it, I would die, too), so then I ran to my brother (who had developed some pretty large, scary fingernails) on the bed, and hit him with both hands, possessed him, opened my(or his?) eyes and saw my other self choking me to death, then I woke up.
Apparently I was exorcised. Pretty confusing, I know. I never knew dreams could go so deep.