I had a weird dream last night that had something to do with me realizing that I am able to feel more deeply now that I am slowly getting all antipsychotics out of my system.

2 things were weird. I remembered it. It was the middle of the night. Those are the ones we almost always fortget.

And that I had the dream at all. I don’t remember dreaming in such a long time. A couple. Maybe a nightmare at one point. I don’t commit those to memory.

I’ve not been sleeping well and didn’t again last night. But that was something wasn’t it? A sign from the Universe going, “Don’t look back at lovely Eurydice, Orpheus.:

It’s funny I wrote a poem about Romeo + Juliet the other day. Check that out.