Oddities of the bed

I talked to my new roommate Jennifer again last night and she sounds so nice! Very laid-back and fun, which is something I am looking forward to so much. I am so anxious to get back to classes and college life that this upcoming week will drag, I’m sure. Especially since I’m so sick and have not had the energy to get out of bed, call anyone on the phone (I am glad Jennifer called me or I never would have gotten around to it!), or even get a pair of socks when I have cold feet. I am feeling a sudden burst of energy with which to write this entry, but even as I type, I can feel it fading. I am also not sure where my cell phone has wandered off to, which is not a good thing, as it my main form of communication. Perhaps I left it at Mark’s or perhaps it is somewhere in one of the cars, but I am not sure. But, as has happened before, it will show up. And, as soon as I am feeling better, I will make a more determined effort to find it.

I have been rather emotionless lately, but my dreams have more than made up for it. As Val told me, that’s a good sign – vivid dreams are a sign that my medication is working! Yay, Lexapro! The past few weeks have been these seemingly hours long “movies”/epics about anything and anyone. Last night’s was a dream I SWEAR I’ve had before (either that or it’s a movie I’ve seen, or I experienced the most meaningful deja vu EVER) and incredibly long and detailed. It was a sci-fi type dream that included zombie-type creatures, me shooting a gun, and other random moments.

I also had a separate dream about moving back to college after Winter Break of my freshman year – first of all, I could NOT find my room! I knew the number, the hall, the floor, everything, but Sellery had turned into some weird maze (with an Olypmic-sized pool in the lobby!) and it took forever to find 957 Sellery A. And when I got there, everyone, including Emily and me, were living in a different room. We also seemed to have a LOT more stuff than when I’d left in December. I’d gone looking for Amber and Becca’s rooms, but I couldn’t find it. Instead, I found Beca, and she showed me her new room, complete with a roommate who smoked.

Of course, none of this compares to Saturday morning when my mom tried to wake me up and I asked her, “Is it time for the buffaloes to run?”

::grins::

Honestly, I’m insane.

And with my final bit of energy, I bid you all adieu, and head back to bed and my mesmerizing crossword puzzles.

::sneezes::

Bless me.