Woke up with a migraine due to some seriously fucked-up nightmares. At least this time the nightmares were back to my usual fare: I was kidnapped by some serial killer-type guy, along with my husband (don't ask), and kept at the top of a ridiculously tall high-rise. The serial killer guy (or whatever) decided he needed to move us, and tried to ( Read more... )

So I was reading some fanfic yesterday in which one of the characters is suffering from depression with psychotic features, and it was freakily well-written and quite possibly hit a little close to home ( Read more... )

The St. John's Wort is really kicking in. Not in terms of my mood and energy levels, which are about where they were late last week (and I think this is about as good as I can expect it to get on a purely chemical level), but in terms of the really whacked-out dreams I've been having ( Read more... )

I've been getting up late all week. Not sure why, except that the days are getting colder and shorter, and I've never been a particular fan of this season change. I've always been more tired around this time of year, and I guess this year is no exception ( Read more... )

...is that they make one veeeeery reluctant to get anything done. Really, I could sit here all day with Smudge in my lap, purring, and do nothing else at all.

Also, reading Naomi Novik's novels in quick succession results in very vivid dreams about dragons.

Okay. Gotta go set up beds.

Lots of anxiety-producing dreams last night, mostly centred around having to move. I dreamed I was helping my parents pack up their house and that we were done except for the books. We were discussing this at a restaurant, where we'd gathered with a whole bunch of my friends, when I realized that I was supposed to have packed up my own home as well ( Read more... )

The morning is chugging along. Everyone seems glad to have me back, even the guy at Tim Horton's when I stopped for my morning cup of coffee. "How long has it been?" he cried, at my approach ( Read more... )

Sometimes I miss my pills. Okay, I only ever miss my own meds when I'm trying to remember my dreams. Back when I was heavily medicated, I used to have wickedly vivid dreams and had close to 100% recall. My dreams often had pretty epic content, too, and would have made for fantastic surrealist cinema. There was the one in which gigantic black marble ( Read more... )

A quick glance at my bank balance has convinced me that I should wait until tomorrow to do my grocery shopping. Anytime that tax refund wants to come would be fine by me. :P

I am discovering that my world is smaller than I thought. Turns out luvenditti also knows Aaron, my trainer, from when the MSTC comes to her school every year. Very small world ( Read more... )

I was patting myself on the back for not having had this dream in a really long time. Turns out I'm not immune, even fifteen years after leaving high school and ten years after leaving university (okay, not quite ten... nine? Ish?)


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