Dreaming of Dreaming

So, here I am. It is 3:40 A.M. MST. Am I in bed, tucked under my covers, dreaming? No, I am at work. I work a graveyard shift. It is beneficial for school, because I can study all night. Yet, it changes things in my life. Like this morning, I was in a daze in Target, because I had not slept in like 36 hours. Even when I do go home and sleep, I feel guilty sleeping until 2 or 3 in the afternoon, because I feel like I have slept the day away. That, or someone calls, or the doorbell rings, and wakes me from my peaceful slumber.......