The latest installment.

It's official: benadryl's not gonna work for me. I tried it again last night, and not only did it take longer for me to feel inkling of drowsy (around four in the morning, so I can claim exhaustion), but I managed less than six hours. I've got to find something else to help me sleep.

( Anyway, the dream. )

I don't know how to interpret dreams, or if I should attempt to find meaning in them at all. Sometimes the message is loud and clear, like the one from Saturday, when I was with someone else, sometimes it's not, or there isn't one at all. I do believe I'm having these dreams for a reason, though, even if I never find out what it is (I think, maybe, that I'm confused, and I don't know what I want. I suppose that's true). Maybe I should see a doctor. All I know is, I would really like peaceful and untroubled, dreamless sleep again, and for a full night, please. Maybe I should see a doctor about that, too.