Posted 6/14/2014 5:14 AM (GMT 0)
I was fearful of the prospect of dreaming when I was aware of my depression, and diagnosed as such to the point of using these psychotropic, mind-altering drugs. I am since off all medications, thank God. But, thankfully, almost through the entirety of my abysmal journey of about one year, I never experienced the nightmares that we were warned we might have. My dreams were detailed, articulate and made almost perfect sense. Most of the dreams of years before were fragmented, symbolic and didn't have a definable plot. Not so, with the drug dreams. Maybe that is why people like Edgar Allen Poe did his best work in response to chemically induced visions and dreams.
Why did we feel elated in our dreams? In my case, I don't think it was so much elation as it was just the opportunity to participate in an interesting story (plot) that was much more entertaining and focused than was my reality in the waking hours. Things and places, people and possessions that I had lost interest in were found and appreciated again in my dream state. When I awoke, the feeling of disconnection with life slowly began to seep into my consciousness again, and I was overwhelmed with the sadness and disappointment of my real world life. I looked forward to falling asleep every night and found it difficult to let it go and wake up the next day. At my worst, I was staying in bed, sleeping for 12 to 16 hrs. a day. I would wake up just before my wife got home from work and I would get up and get dressed, trying to make her believe I had been up for hours. I think she knew better.