Sunday night, I dreamt I had overslept and was late for work. In my dream I looked at the time: it was 2pm! I was in the town of Deadwood, and all the clocks were out of sync. Sheriff Bullock was coordinating them so they all read the same time. The dream was like watching an episode of Deadwood, only I was in it and the opening credits were different. Instead of the usual intro, I was treated to a high-altitude desert vista surrounded by mountains. I thought to myself, "this isn't how Deadwood begins, where am I?" In another dream this night, I was on an ancient ship at sea. It felt Egyptian or Incan, but was wooden and not made of reeds. A huge wave crashed over me and I was almost swept over, but I grabbed hold of the image. People in ancient Egyptian-styled robes were looking at me, wondering where I had come from. I can't remember if they helped me or if I fell into the stormy sea.

In my dream last night, I had people over at my house for a small party and I was trying to straighten the bookshelf to prevent it from falling over. Instead, the whole thing fell, books crashing to the floor. There were a lot of books. Everyone laughed good-naturedly, and helped me pick up the books. Strangely, we took the books outside and set up the bookshelves in the garden.

I'm not too sure what to make of the first dream, except to compare it to the dream in which I was assigned "number two". The second dream however could be a couple of things.

Moving the books outside, to the garden, could mean I need to move out into the world to further my education, instead of staying home and looking for it in books. Or I need to share my books and knowledge with the outside world: people helping me to move the books could represent this. Moving the books into the garden is intriguing -- could this be a hint to gain wisdom in the natural world, such as ayahuasca?

I recently cut down on my zoloft medication and I've immediately noticed a heightened dreamstate. I was prescribed zoloft over a year ago, by a doctor who wouldn't test me for thyroid problems and was certain I just had anxiety and stress. Last year I saw another doctor, and was diagnosed with benign thyroid cancer and hypothyroid. Now that I'm taking thyroxin, and my hormone levels are almost normal, I don't need the zoloft. And my subconscious is thanking me for it.

I look forward to your insights.