somehow, i thought that if i wasn't taking the meds that have a listed side effect of weird dreams, i'd stop having them. not yet, alas.

two nights ago, i had bought another house, and was busy cleaning and packing the old one, which suspiciously resembled my parents' old house in hastings. my mother was cleaning the upstairs bathroom, which involved taking the sink and vanity out of it, and she was about to go get fiberglass to put in the bathroom.

last night, i was in a very large house, wandering around, following an ex of mine who wouldn't talk to me. zie just wandered from room to room, not talking. "well, what are you doing in my house if you're not going to talk to me?" i kept thinking.