Vivid Dreams, Described Concisely

My psychiatrist, The Cold Grey Angel, doubled the dose of my meds the other day. That sounds bad, but I was taking such a low dose already that doubling it still puts me at a lower than average level. Anyway, since then I've been having vivid dreams. They've not been especially interesting, but the've been very life-like.

Last night I dreamed that I went to New York. I was nervous about being able to make my living there, but then I made friends with someone with connections. Eventually I got an interview with the Egyptian consulate.

The night before that I dreamed that I was on the Big Brother show, only we all had to keep our jobs and pay our own expenses, and there weren't many cameras. Even though eveyone was really bitchy and conniving it wasn't much different than real life.

The night before that I dreamed that I lived in London, and that I was spending my time studying French on my own, so that when I took the French class next quarter I would have an easy time of it. I felt very much at home in London.

All three of these dreams have me going to live in a place that's different than what I'm used to, but which I adapt to rather easily, or at least find a way to carve out a little space for myself. This reflects quite well the situation with my meds, which are new, and a little intimidating, but suprisingly easy for me to adapt to.

My English writing skills seem a bit sloppy today.