Sleep is Depressing

A symphony of violent, dream-crashing notes assaulted my ears in the hopes of appeasing a past and future me. I instinctively rose from my snug cocoon and flinched as the cool air of morning hissed at my warm skin. And I learned a great lesson.
I hate sleep. I hate cold. I hate the act of waking up at 5:30 every morning.
Not a big revelation, nor is it a new one. I have long since tired of the daily struggle to recharge and reset whilst there is work to be done. I have great abhorrence to the biological need for sleep and in my life I try to avoid it as much as possible. In all honesty, I don't need fancy words to get my point across. Sleep just sucks.
Dreaming is okay. By okay I mean that when I dream I tend to dream about what I wish would happen, or what I wish could happen, but it never happens and I have yet to discover which is better. Is it better to at least have a dream? Or is it cruel to give someone a beautiful, wonderful, impossible dream just to rip it away with all remnants of hope and acceptance.
Metaphysical food for thought.

But in brighter thoughts, I'm not dead, you're not dead, I still have more than half my life to live, I hope you do too. Birds still chirp, plants still grow, humanity is learning, we don't burn people anymore (in America), Aliens haven't taken over an made us inhuman robots bent on becoming a perfect race... So, so far so good. I mean we have Anime and Video games and BBC, what more could we want?