And I will wait, I will wait for you

Spring (or more accurately, secondish spring, since we always get at least two false starts that trick all of us into thinking we can put away our heavier winter coats, and fuck with the cherry blossom peak predictions) is underway, and just as the birds return from migration and the flowers make their cautious entry into the world, so too turn I to a cycle as expected and regular: the return of having night after night of absolutely batshit dreams, due to taking Benadryl. I dunno what it is; maybe it's something in the pink dye. But whenever I take that stuff before I sleep because of allergies, I always end up having even vivider, weirder dreams than usual.

( For once, this is not about Louise )

Anyway, I should just cut my losses and take a Benadryl.

And I will wait, I will wait for you

Spring (or more accurately, secondish spring, since we always get at least two false starts that trick all of us into thinking we can put away our heavier winter coats, and fuck with the cherry blossom peak predictions) is underway, and just as the birds return from migration and the flowers make their cautious entry into the world, so too turn I to a cycle as expected and regular: the return of having night after night of absolutely batshit dreams, due to taking Benadryl. I dunno what it is; maybe it's something in the pink dye. But whenever I take that stuff before I sleep because of allergies, I always end up having even vivider, weirder dreams than usual.

( For once this is not about Louise )

Anyway, I should just cut my losses and take a Benadryl.

(I originally posted this on livejournal, last night. Trying to get better at remembering to cross-post to dreamwidth.)