Sometimes dreams are confusing and meaningless, like my Lisa Simpson/goat killing dream.
Then other times you’ve gone off your PMDD-controlling birth control (because you found yourself wondering if that was a real thing, and doing so seems to have answered that question with a resounding YES, IT IS A REAL THING) and you’ve had a particularly difficult evening of controlling your upsetting anxiety-induced OCD problem and you go to bed and have a comically literal dream in which you get yelled at BY YOURSELF, DRESSED AS A DOCTOR for going off your birth control.
