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Effexor sleep effects
27 Sep 2010 06:21 amWow, that was a seriously freakishly vivid dream. I used to have alarmingly vivid dreams in which nothing really happened (like dreams where I spaced out while wading into a pond or making a sandwich and when I woke up the only think I could really remember was the sandwich-making part), but it's like Effexor speeds my sleep cycle. I wake up countless times during the night and then fall back to sleep pretty effortlessly again. This is the first time I've noticed the effect on dreams though:
In the dream I came partly awake, enough to realize that it didn't make sense and I wasn't controlling my surroundings, but I didn't know that I was asleep. I thought I was in a computer program. (Obviously a sophisticated VR program, too.)( Read more... )
At that point Wax said "2003? Well it must be at least 2006."
I turned to her in horror. "What? In the real world it's 2010! We got married last year!"
She just looked at me blankly. She was wearing a pale blue tshirt and I said "We only bought this t-shirt last summer! And you're wearing your newest pair of glasses - you didn't even have them in 2006. You've lost weight since then! And your earring -" and then I noticed she only had one hole pierced in her ear for some reason, and then I freaked out and yelled, "And where is the stud in your eyebrow and the ring in your other eyebrow?" (She doesn't have piercings in her eyebrows. She does, however, have two holes in one ear and one in the other, which seems to be what my brain was groping for.)
"Baby," she said with a Waxy air of tolerant amusement, "I don't know about that."
"But you've got to be really Wax! Please say you're the real Wax!" I cried in sudden panic, seizing her shoulders.
She said, "I'm a projection -" and made a smirk that Wax never makes. It filled me with such visceral horror that I flew into a panicked rage at her for impersonating real Wax.
"You're not a projection! You're part of a video game that thinks it's at the Huntsville Space Center, but that's not even true!" I screamed. I picked up the projection of Wax by the shoulders and discovered that it weighed nothing. I turned it 90° in the air and it just went. I twisted, and it balled up like a piece of metallic paper. Suddenly the hospital was gone; I was standing beside a giant fountain, and I flung it into the water. "I got here by climbing into a television! You're nothing but a program! A program that contains--"
By this point I had gathered so much steam that in the dream I was hoarse. And I woke myself up when I heard myself say "contains" actually out loud. (Not a scream though, just... a hoarse mumble.)
Suddenly I was wide awake, staring at the ceiling like @_@, freaked the fuck out, and remembering the whole dream. I lay there, cartoonishly wide awake yet not yet aware enough to command my limbs to move, until I realized... one of my hands was still balled into a fist where I'd grabbed Wax's shoulder with it. The other hand was bent up and I was touching my own eyebrow with just two fingers where I'd touched Wax's face looking for the imaginary piercing.
...and then I stumbled out of bed to write it down.
In the dream I came partly awake, enough to realize that it didn't make sense and I wasn't controlling my surroundings, but I didn't know that I was asleep. I thought I was in a computer program. (Obviously a sophisticated VR program, too.)( Read more... )
At that point Wax said "2003? Well it must be at least 2006."
I turned to her in horror. "What? In the real world it's 2010! We got married last year!"
She just looked at me blankly. She was wearing a pale blue tshirt and I said "We only bought this t-shirt last summer! And you're wearing your newest pair of glasses - you didn't even have them in 2006. You've lost weight since then! And your earring -" and then I noticed she only had one hole pierced in her ear for some reason, and then I freaked out and yelled, "And where is the stud in your eyebrow and the ring in your other eyebrow?" (She doesn't have piercings in her eyebrows. She does, however, have two holes in one ear and one in the other, which seems to be what my brain was groping for.)
"Baby," she said with a Waxy air of tolerant amusement, "I don't know about that."
"But you've got to be really Wax! Please say you're the real Wax!" I cried in sudden panic, seizing her shoulders.
She said, "I'm a projection -" and made a smirk that Wax never makes. It filled me with such visceral horror that I flew into a panicked rage at her for impersonating real Wax.
"You're not a projection! You're part of a video game that thinks it's at the Huntsville Space Center, but that's not even true!" I screamed. I picked up the projection of Wax by the shoulders and discovered that it weighed nothing. I turned it 90° in the air and it just went. I twisted, and it balled up like a piece of metallic paper. Suddenly the hospital was gone; I was standing beside a giant fountain, and I flung it into the water. "I got here by climbing into a television! You're nothing but a program! A program that contains--"
By this point I had gathered so much steam that in the dream I was hoarse. And I woke myself up when I heard myself say "contains" actually out loud. (Not a scream though, just... a hoarse mumble.)
Suddenly I was wide awake, staring at the ceiling like @_@, freaked the fuck out, and remembering the whole dream. I lay there, cartoonishly wide awake yet not yet aware enough to command my limbs to move, until I realized... one of my hands was still balled into a fist where I'd grabbed Wax's shoulder with it. The other hand was bent up and I was touching my own eyebrow with just two fingers where I'd touched Wax's face looking for the imaginary piercing.
...and then I stumbled out of bed to write it down.
