So my shrink has me on Mirtazapine, Seroquel and
Cymbalta. I don't know if they make me less crazy,
but god-damn, the dreams. I just woke up from a
truly bizarre one. That I was living in Goofy's house.
and it kept metamorphosing. You could never go into
the same room twice. It would be different each time
you entered. Then I got tired and lay down in my little
bed which first was a sofa, then turned into a coffin, then
finally the lower drawer of a large armoir. I awoke
feeling truly confused. I think I'd like to become a
Cubist, but everything seems so Surreal.