One of the side effects of the medications that I take is that I get really strange and bizarre dreams. They are particularly vivid but they are not nightmares as nothing about them are particularly frightening or disturbing. Last night’s dream came completely out of left field. The dream started off as the exploration of a mountainside mine and railroad for historical purposes. The railroad was built of particularly complex and decaying steel girders. Owing to the steepness of the mountain, the decaying steel, and the shale on the mountain’s sides, exploration was difficult and dangerous. I do not quite remember why it was so important that we explore this railroad.
After the dream would become particularly vivid, I would wake up and be awake for maybe 5 minutes before falling back to sleep. The dream resumed like watching a movies that had been put on pause; resuming just about right where it left off. The dream was so vivid that each time I slipped while climbing on the rocks it felt like the momentary terror of falling. Each time a steel girder crumbled when I lay a foot or hand on it and I remember feeling as if I were going to fall. The funny thing is that I awoke from the dream not particularly disturbed or frightened.
In one particularly sequence there was a section of track and bridge missing and I had to swing from a climbing rope from one side to the other. Having done rock climbing in real life, I remember the sensations of free swinging, and on occasion, falling too. The sensations were identical in the dream. The Alice in Wonderland side of the dream was all of the pieces of machinery like bulldozers and cranes abandoned at impossible angles on the sides of the mountain. I remember in the dream wondering aloud how these aforementioned pieces of machinery got there in the first place.
I do know that for some people, antipsychotic medications can bring about incredibly vivid dreams. Apparently I am one of those people. It is the atypical antipsychotic medicines that have been shown to be effective for treating Bipolar depression which my psychiatrist is firmly convinced that I have and they do work to augment the normal regimen of antidepressant. I have reached a certain acceptance that this will be the new normal for me every night. Maybe I will eventually be able to turn these into stories to write. For now, when I wake up I do not recall enough of the details to assemble a story but perhaps it is something I can work on.