I sleep... however long I get, which is usually a poor seven hours, even though I should get ten. I'm a night owl, and not easily roused. What's funny is that I'll dream that my mom's screaming at me to wake up already, then answer her while dreaming, even though I'm dreaming it because it's actually happening.
I've also dreamed that my mom was doing this, then gotten up very accurately fifteen minutes before she actually did it. I guess I'm used to it.
In the middle of the night, though, I have some really weird dreams, from the kind where you're flying to the kind where you can't run from the impending disaster to the stuff nobody's ever heard before which is so intricate that the first five minutes after you wake up, you really want to write your next story just based on it, but can't remember it thirty seconds later. Bugs me.
In fact, I'm probably asleep, dreaming, and somehow typing this right now, which probably has something to do with the fact that it's really late, even for me.
Gender in dreams. Sheesh. Never thought about that one before. I guess if I'm dreaming, I have better things to think about than that. I can't remember a dream where I was a guy, though, and that would be one I'd remember. That would be weird. But being a girl in a dream would be a little odd, too. If I was a guy, I'd be one scary guy. I'm a girl, and I'm one scary girl.
My INTJ brother has some odd ones, though, like where the dream shuts off and he finds himself on a set where people are running his dreams for him. This elaborated, in his telling, into a very weird series of events, ending in him going up to an Authorized Personnel Only door and reasoning that since it was his dream he ought to be authorized, and it being full of mattresses, which he fell asleep on and woke up in real life.