last night i had a dream that was totally out of character for me.
it was strange and weird, for me, in that it was completely mundane.
i was going on vacation, with someone, and we were in a car, just driving and talking.
normally my dreams involve surreal plots of terror where i must wait in long queues at airports or bus stations to save the world, or elaborate enhancements to places i’ve lived before.
not this one.
it was just driving and talking and enjoying each other’s company.
oh, also, i have decided to go back on the zoloft.
feeling depression creeping back up, and i don’t want to go back there.
i called in script, and they still have it.
i start tomorrow.