i suffer an absolutely chronic (and medically recorded) case of lifetime insomnia, and have done since i was three years old. long story short, i can get to sleep no matter what i try. now i have sorted my life out a little and settled down with a good woman i am really trying, but most nights i just lay in bed awake for five hours, get two hours of sleep, and then get woken up to get on with the day. i used to jump regularly (what i think most people know of as out-of-body dimension jumping) and that came through dreams at first but after a while i learnt to meditate and did it that way instead. sleep and i are not what you would call friends. unfortunately, me = too, and this world messes with my mojo.
yeah i could really relate to his predicament. through my teen years i didnt sleep for up to eight months at a time and i lost almost all of my weight and a lot of my long term memory processes too. there is a photo i have framed on my living room wall to serve as a kind of rememberence to my past, when my oldest boy was 1 and the pic shows me holding him, and my neck is only just wider than his. these dasy im big as an ox again and twice as bold lol i guess if you get stuck in a depression cycle life kinda loses meaning. the only way to change things is to do something about it ourselves. thats what i did, and i stand as testament to it, memories and all