(Entered in paper journal at 7:01 PM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and 3rd Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream 1
I was in a very large room like a bedroom which was a psychiatrist's office. The psychiatrist had given me a prescription for drugs. I felt a resistance in me drop. I thought, Maybe it actually is time for me to start taking medicine after all.
I looked over a paper describing the drug. Then I held a small handful of the pills -- dull turquoise ovals speckled like iron chewables. I wondered if it really was good to take medicine. I wasn't sure I'd do it after all.
I began to get suspicious of the doctor again. I don't really know where she was -- far in the distance?
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