My brain has been very active the past couple of nights. I could blame the SSRI side effects of Lexapro, I guess, but I’ve always had vivid dreams without it in the past. So much so that I used to sleepwalk when I was young. Again, Freud would probably have a field day. I’m always fatigued when I get up the next morning, as if I’ve been holding my breath all night.

Last night, I was a senior in high school again. I’ve had variations of this dream for many years. This time, I was pulling all kinds of crazy stuff out of my locker. It was the last week of school and I had a sense of freedom. Of course, nothing looked like it actually did in real life. It was just another variation on the same theme, and very convoluted. My poor little brain.

OK, time to use what little brain cells I have left for the waking world. Maybe I can interpret something properly today.