Oh dear, real drugs
I am on antibiotics for six weeks or three more weeks whichever ends soonest. They have been making me eat just before bed (ew! urgh! faces are made and blandness is sought)and giving me very odd, hopefully not prophetic, dreams.
I like dreams. David says that I have action movie dreams, which is true. I often dream that I am rescuing people. David loving someone else and leaving me is also a common theme. Neither of these needs too much booklearnin' to explicate. But since the drugs, my dreams have been truly odd - last night I dreamed that I had a tiny black fluffy puppy. With tiny black fluffy wings.
Actually, that dream made me feel pretty nice, in a 10 year old girl kind of way.
I also read a little of my livejournal in 2003, and now I am not sure whether or not I am still dreaming. Life changed so much and just slowly enough.
I like dreams. David says that I have action movie dreams, which is true. I often dream that I am rescuing people. David loving someone else and leaving me is also a common theme. Neither of these needs too much booklearnin' to explicate. But since the drugs, my dreams have been truly odd - last night I dreamed that I had a tiny black fluffy puppy. With tiny black fluffy wings.
Actually, that dream made me feel pretty nice, in a 10 year old girl kind of way.
I also read a little of my livejournal in 2003, and now I am not sure whether or not I am still dreaming. Life changed so much and just slowly enough.