dream of californication

Used to, I loved dreaming. Awesome stories unfurled for my mind to feast upon of nights.

Then last year, I didn't dream. I guess my sleep was so troubled that I couldn't spend a lot of time in that stage? I dunno. When I started taking celexa this summer, I started to dream again. Almost every night now.

I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I didn't dream of things I don't care to think of during the day.

also just FYI my linear algebra prof is a crotchety old man who thinks that because he knows what a union and intersection of two vector spaces are after he's studied higher maths for two and a half decades I should also know what they are after having studied higher maths for two and a half semesters.
But, and I'm pretty positive I can attribute this to chemical interactions, I didn't cry when sitting in his office being told that 'golly, sets are taught in elementary school, I mean, what is addition but this set of apples and this set of apples together?'

the words make the difference.