Lately I’ve been having long, involved dreams every night. I’ve read that extremely vivid dreams are a potential side effect of quitting Lexapro (which I am currently attempting to do, so far successfully), but these aren’t any more vivid than my usual dreams, they’re just longer. Previously I’d wake up most mornings remembering bits and pieces of several dreams, each feeling like it lasted at most fifteen minutes, but now I’ll have one giant dream that seems to have gone on for an hour or more.

Each bit of storyline morphs into the next in that way that dreams do, where all of a sudden a new idea appears, and your brain invents some way to insert it into the action that’s sort of continuous, but in the light of day makes no sense.* And this goes on and on and on.

Usually of course, the people in my dreams are people I know in real life. And sometimes when I see someone I’ve had a dream adventure with, I get the momentary urge to go up to them and be like, “Remember when we opened up that piano and it was an old couch? And the von Trapp family was there, except there were like thirteen of them? And then we all had to go on a scavenger hunt through the forest outside the dojo and make the best multimedia project we could out of what we found? And you had rigged up a giant tower of rolls of scotch tape, which was brilliant for reasons I can’t remember right now? Except I had to leave early because I was visiting my Dad’s cousin and his wife, and I had to pack all of my clothes in a thermos, but before I got there they got divorced, and I forgot all their kids’ names? And then we toured this giant library, and we were kind of in a play and kind of not, and I wore a red-sequined vest and found a secret closet full of old make-up?”

Okay, so really there’s no such urge. I just wanted an excuse to ramble about part of my dream from last night. Which wasn’t any more or less interesting than any other night’s dream. And you’re probably wondering how anything could be *less* interesting than reading about someone else’s dream, and shut up. Nobody made you click the read-more button.

As dumb as it is to try to talk about dreams, it does make me sad that I can’t really share them with anyone. It’s like watching an amazing movie that your friends haven’t seen and aren’t interested in.

I’ve read that having a blog can help you get a job. HA! I don’t even want to know what kind of job I’d be offered based on a incoherent paragraph of stuff I dreamed and a rant about 24-hour TV news. Not to mention the seven-year back catalog of similar-caliber material. Writing sample? I’LL GIVE YOU A WRITING SAMPLE.

Anyway, let’s see if that new Google Buzz doodad picks up this post. I “connected” Prepoceros to Buzz, whatever that means. Jury’s still out on Buzz: social media outlet of the future, or just plain creepy?

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* Sometimes even in the dark of night it makes no sense—in the last year or so I’ve sometimes been aware that my brain is making up nonsense, and that the thing that’s happening is ridiculous. It’s not quite lucid dreaming, where I’d realize I’m in a dream and intentionally start flying or whatever, but it’s still pretty neat.

Tags: brain pills, Buzz, dreams, Lexapro, sleep

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