It's human to be imperfectYou open your eyes, with no recollection of how or when you arrived in this room. Yet, it all feels oddly familiar. Your conscience tells you you're here to repent, but your crime currently escapes you. Has it always been this hard to remember? You notice a TV on a crowded table. The reflection presents you with who you once were. Has it always been this hard to forget?Seldom do I feel human anymoreTonight, I Die in My Sleep is an experimental, surreal first-person exploration of dreams and identity. Take the role of an actor participating in a one-man act, stumbling through scenes blending waking nightmares with deteriorating memories. Explore the relationship between art and its creator, between agency and powerlessness. Find meaning in your