This started out as a way to remember the weird dreams I had at night. Now it's become an outlet to get out my infertility frustrations. Enjoy. Or suck it. I don't care.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
"And I said Doctor, Doctor"
Once again, Matt Smith made an appearance in my dreams. The details are a bit vague. I went to bed with a severe backache, which is still hanging around, so I didn't sleep a lot. But I do remember MS was a doctor, but not The Doctor. More like a psychiatrist. He had me on his couch trying to get in my head. All I could talk about was Kevin stealing my lunch. Perhaps he could be a real doctor and make me better. Wait, that sounds really bad....
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