Dreamlog

My dreams have had a very straight narrative flow lately. Last night I dreamt I was traveling by motor scooter. First, I was helping make a documentary about a notorious New England preacher and also helping fix up the house where he had lived. One of the things I had to do was replace some window screens, and I got in a fight with the guy at the hardware store because he was rude. Then I was on my way to New Orleans, and somehow I found where my friend Mike Schandorff was living (I real life, he used to live in NO, but left after Katrina, and he’s now in Birmingham). He was asking me what I thought of some books, and they were all sci-fi. He got offended when I identified them as such. Then we went to get some lunch.

The night before, I dreamt I was dating some younger woman, but I fell in love with her mother. They were living in a hovel in Tampa, which I bought for $12,000 from a shady businessman two doors down, and I was helping them fix it up. Both mother and daughter were redheads.

The night before that, I had a dream that I was in love with my friend Suzanne, but she was dating some jerk who treated her badly. I convinced her to break up with him and go out with me. When we confronted him, I got in a fight with him, but I got the girl, But after a couple of weeks, she left me for no particular reason.

I’ve been out of Lexapro for a couple of days. I wonder if it has something to do with that.

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