Seroquel: Freud's Friend
Anyone here on Seroquel? If you are, you're still asleep, probably. And, you had a fucked up dream again, which you most likely remember. Mine was a little fuzzy, but I clearly remember working at a supermarket, but for some reason I was wearing my sergeant stripes on my Army uniform. I got demoted(never happened) to Specialist to make room for some other guy to lead the produce section. This really bugged me, so I wrote a long essay on some arcane message about...something. We had a meeting, and while the floor manager read my essay, behind a wall was playing the Dead Kennedys really fucking loud. I have no idea why, probably listening to Lard yesterday. This is the second time that my old job has crept into my distorted ass dreams, and I don't know why I am still hung up on my experiences there.
When I first strated on Seroquel, the dreams were super vivid, complicated, and long. The first one involved Ray Wise, and he was a born again Christian who was really getting on my nerves in some hotel I lived in. I pushed one of his minions and he fell down, causing a huge wound. I leapt across a thin ledge of vending machines to get to a pharmacy. Bernadette Peters was the pharmacist, looking quite leggy in a white lab coat. She gave me an ice pack for the dude.
Next, I wound up in jail with Ed Asner, playing a game with lunchmeat as the, er, "pieces". You can read the unabridged version of these dreams here and here.
I have Googled "seroquel dreams" and this is evidently a phenomenon. Most peoples' dreams are nightmares; mine are just bizarre. If you are on this fucked up drug, tell us about it. I certainly don't want to tell anyone else...namely my doctors.