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You sleep, but do not dream.
Honestly, you can't remember ever really having dreams when you went to sleep. Not good dreams, at least. You've always been plagued by nightmares if anything. The nightmares were always so similar, ending or starting or just completely filled with death. Your own death, and no one but the cold, uncaring judgement of the crows to to be audience to the inevitable result of your nightmares. Thankfully you don't always have nightmares, but the alternative is just nothing, and that's almost as bad. The dark, all-encompassing blackness of nothing is something you hate. It feels too alone.
Your name is Dave Strider and you think straight-up darkness is some seriously scary shit.
You don't want to dwell on such depressing matters, though.