So, on account of not sleeping well for the past couple of days (which rarely happens, i tend to sleep like a log) I rummaged around in our medicine cabinet last night, and found a curious bottle of baby blue pills. They were labeled "simply sleep" by the makers of Tylenol Arthritis (should have taken a hint then...). I popped the cap and dropped two into my palm just as my father comes sliding into the kitchen. "Headache?" he asks, since that is the general reason for my stealing of drugs. I shake my head, "Nope, I haven't slept well so i'm going to try some of this stuff." I open my palm.
He gives me a strangled look, "You only want to take one of those." And with an odd expression on his face, he leaves the kitchen. I shrug and return one of the blue tablets to it's bottle and swallow the other with a bit of water.

I return to my lair to crawl under the covers and tuck into my new book, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. No, its not yet as scandelous as it sounds. Pretty soon i begin to get that familiar drousy feeling and i cut off the lights. And then the strangness happens. . .

I dreamt of my ex-boyfriend having a DA account and writing a journal about his fascination of another girl (which shouldn't have mattered given that we were broken up in my dream) yet my father read this journal and FLIPPED. A. SHIT. I have never seen my dad this angry! well, i'm not sure why i invited him (ex) over to my house, but he had ot cross paths with my father and. . .then my ex morphed into my kitty, Sophie. Probably to escape the wrath of my father.

The next dream i had last night, my father was BLIND. Like, couldn't tell the difference between night and day. And he wanted me to drive him to walmart. In hillsborough. . .in his old, old blue mercedes. I got into the car and the breaks gave out. So i circled the block with my blind father in the passagers seat saying, "You really have to press on the breaks, Taylor, stomp on them. You're just not trying!" All the while we take out stop signs and curb the wheels till i somehow fumble my way back into the driveway of my house. . .

Then i woke up at 10. With a pounding headache that even coffee couldn't completely cure. My sight is a bit blurry and i still have that strange feeling of walking in mud.

All i know is, Simply Sleep was conjured up by a band of demons.
Heed my warning!!