A few nights ago, while I was sleeping I had the strangest dreams. Apparently, I also take antidepressants inside my dreams.
I usually take my meds around 9 p.m. In my dream (which at the time I didn’t know it was a fantasy ) I was sitting in my kitchen counter, I wasn’t really doing anything special; a strangely boring dream.
It turned interesting when I took my medicine inside the dream and looked out the window. The sun was shining through the glass in a reddish color.
That’s when I realized that something was wrong. At first, I didn’t know what to make of it. I was a bit too confused and I didn’t know why.
Suddenly, a strong realization came to me. I never took my meds in the afternoon, they are not even supposed to work that way.
When I looked at my surroundings I noticed some surreal look to it. The colors were on a different palette and the air had a dense consistency.
It didn’t last long until I realized I was dreaming and lost control. It was over, I woke up.