The dreams are an interesting side effect of the quit smoking drugs- it’s as though the crazies attack me at night. As soon as I fall asleep, some whacked out guy on mushrooms or acid turns on the projector in my head and the crazy splashes up on the screen. Rather than the epic saga like dreams that I am accustomed to- a start, a middle and a defined end- the crazy dreams jump all over the map. They overlap, they come in snippets, and they’re in bright vivid colours.
I haven’t seen the Johnny Depp Alice in Wonderland yet but considering the previews, I imagine that the drug induced world in my sleeping brain looks something like that set. The last few nights have included these twisted little flashes…….
1- It was evening and I looked up into the sky and thought “There are far too many planes up there.” You could see the vapor trail or whatever the hell it is behind them and there were literally dozens of planes within my site. As I was looking up one seemed to pass awfully close to another and I continued to watch as the plane got bigger and bigger as it fell to earth. It crashed into a bright orange fireball a block from where I was standing.
2- I am moving into a new place and am checking out all of the bizarre little rooms and liking it but there is a lot of weird furniture that has been left behind including a blue coat rack made out of a tree branch and a hockey stick and a very furry pink couch.
3- I am in the mountains living off the land because there has been some sort of apocalypse. I live in a cave which appears to be quite comfortable except for the fact that there is a raging river right outside the entrance and I have to hopscotch across some bright green and very slippery stones every time I go out to forage.
4- My brother punched me in the face and I called the cops and he went to jail. (Incidentally, both of those things have happened in real life several times but as completely separate events.) After they took him to jail there was a big party in this weird basement and I was mad because the DJ kept playing music that I hated. I eventually kicked everyone out and went upstairs to light the house on fire.
Here’s another weird thing about the champix dreams- I can’t always remember them passed 5 minutes after waking but maybe that’s a good thing?