Dr. D. made a brief appearance on the scene tonite, when she showed up at the restaurant to order a latte. As soon as I saw her, I remembered the "bison" dream and started laughing my ass off. Jacked the caffeine to the max, but couldn't get the milk to foam. I sold it to her anyways.
The interaction was a lot nicer than our last experience there, when I was left cleaning up her messes after she flailed around drunk. She must get away with a lot being that cute I guess.
We talked about me being off my meds. I told her that I'd finally learned to meditate. I remember chatting with her when I was thinking about going off pharms, stoked that she'd listen to my ideas involving alternative medicine.
She looked really healthy tonite. Happy. I didn't tell her about the bison dream, but I did think it synchronistical that the milk wouldn't cooperate with me. I thought I was dreaming again for a bit there.
Came home from work, got all pimped to go to the Casa and dance. Did my hair and make up, put on a power outfit. Then sat down at my organ and pumped out a few A minor augmented tones. Which resulted in some of the most heartfelt but sorta sad songs I've ever heard come out of me. Landed myself in one of the deepest sessions of creation I've had in awhile. Came out of it with no energy left to even pick up the phone and dial a cab, much less walk up the hill.
Ended up in PJs instead, eating yam fries and reading an entire book. 'Tis probably for the best...