Dreams'n'Shit

I am at a remarkably low ebb.

I like the cats, especially getting to know the newly arrived, formerly abused older gray cat, Tristan, who's starting to come out of his shell and be less scared of the other cats. I like my iPod, my new ear buds, and my stupid fantasy of going on the boat with B & T. I like Klonopin. That's about it right now.

Since my early twenties, I've had intermittently recurring dreams of having to go back to school. Not any school I actually went to, but some never-ending school where math class always seems to be going on. These have been showing up lately, along with dreams of being stranded in places where I have nowhere to stay or feel unwelcome where I'm staying. In these latter dreams, I often see unfamiliar birds and wish I could stop to get a better look at them, but I'm always being rushed off somewhere.

If I just say to myself before I go to sleep, "Now remember, you don't ever have to go to school again, and no matter where you travel or what you carry in your dreams, all your shit will be right here when you wake up" (I also have recurring nightmares about packing, traveling with pets, and various other logistics), then I usually don't have the dreams. Lately, though, I haven't been remembering to say it. Anyway, I'm sure it's all very symbolic, blah blah blah, verrrry interessssting, Watney's Red Barrel, let me tell you more until I start foaming at the mouth and falling over backwards WRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH