I just remembered my dreams from last night. Though only portions. The first part of the night I kept hoping I would fall asleep since I’m not taking Trazodone anymore… and I realized, when the dogs woke me up to go out, that I was sleeping while thinking that. Very odd.

I was also in my ex’s sister’s old house. Well, they never owned a house like this. Similar, but the one in my dream was really big. Lots of old furniture around and old clothes, including a corset on a mannequin. I kept getting lost and I was looking for the ex in this house… the attic was full of boxes. But the attic was open so if you looked up, about 4 or so stories up in to the attic, you could see the boxes up there balancing. But they were secure.

Next dream was about Battlestar Galactica, the old one, the good one. Starbuck looked very young despite being about 60. We got separated somehow and I was looking for him, too. But now I don’t remember much more of that dream. Maybe more will come back to me. I was dreaming about that just before I woke up. Hrmph!