Dream Land

I have a lot of dreams. I mean, I wake up most mornings and remember parts of at least one dream I have had. Back in college I had terrible dreams. Mostly because in real life I was running from a lot of things, and in my dreams they were all about running and being chased. After coming out of all that my dreams went back to normal (if you can call dreams normal). For the past couple of weeks they have become terrible again. This time I know I'm not running from anything, into anything I'm not suppose to, etc. but they persist. Put my finger on it on my walk this morning with Addie . . . I quit taking a medicine. I wasn't suppose to stop cold turkey, I was suppose to step down off of it. It is, of all things, an antidepressant. I'm not taking it for depression, but for headaches (go figure). I didn't mean to go off of it. It just sort of happened. I ran out and kept forgetting to go get more, my headaches didn't come back so I forgot. The kicker is I feel much better off of it than on it, but the dream thing really sucks. I think the dream thing will stop on its own. I think it all has to run it's cycle through my system.