I Used To Have Dreams

Used to dream most nights, but for the last fifteen years, I haven't been able to remember a one. My last dreams were horrible nightmares, tied to a horrific traumatic event in my life. I still don't like to remember it, so you'll just have to excuse me for not sharing. Sometimes I wake up from a deep sleep and I'm instantly wide awake. When that happens I think it's typical for someone to wake from a dream like that, but I never have any memory of having been  dreaming, or impressions of what I was dreaming of. I don't have any feelings of dread or happiness indicating I was dreaming or having a nightmare, I'm just awake.

It's strange that my sleeping life is so empty. There's nothing at all there, I just black out eventually, and hours later, wake up again. Frankly sometimes I'm grateful, my mind needs the rest. I also suffer depression, so you could also say I don't dream in my waking life either. I don't aspire to anything, or want anything, I have no goals, I don't have any clue what to do with my life. I think it's important to dream, so would you agree I'm not important because I don't?