NHS Drug Dreams...the weirdest?
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Just getting used to a new prescription drug ( SSRI) and I'm getting some...interesting dreams. Like these..
I was knocking about with a keyboard - playing werewolf, in a church (!). I found his company entertaining but a girl in the dream was terrified so I woke up feeling fearful.
Last night, I was trying to make a 'plastinate' a la Gunter Von Hagens. A messy, smelly, frustrating business...bits everywhere.
This went direct to my being at a nuclear facility with Sean Connery (as Bond). A lift door opened, revealing Felicity Kendal in white jeans. Sean referred to her bot as "The Great White Hardener!"
Anybody got similar/ weirder?
I was knocking about with a keyboard - playing werewolf, in a church (!). I found his company entertaining but a girl in the dream was terrified so I woke up feeling fearful.
Last night, I was trying to make a 'plastinate' a la Gunter Von Hagens. A messy, smelly, frustrating business...bits everywhere.
This went direct to my being at a nuclear facility with Sean Connery (as Bond). A lift door opened, revealing Felicity Kendal in white jeans. Sean referred to her bot as "The Great White Hardener!"
Anybody got similar/ weirder?
Edited by davhill on Thursday 21st July 19:58
whilst coming to from anasthetic in hospital, I can recall a nurse asking me about what I did for a living.
I told her all about how I was a famous musician and wrote books and was on TV.
none of the above is true: but I had been reading spike milligans memoirs before they knocked me out and I think I woke up thinking I was him.
I told her all about how I was a famous musician and wrote books and was on TV.
none of the above is true: but I had been reading spike milligans memoirs before they knocked me out and I think I woke up thinking I was him.
More of a trip than a dream, I was in a trauma ward ripped to the tits on Morphine - in the middle of the night they admitted a Pete Doherty alike, all tattoos, hipster clothes and crying like a baby from Heroin withdrawals begging the night staff to let him get a fix, but they talked him down and some searching on the database later they were able to give him some methadone to calm him down.
I stealthy listened to his whole story, he was a Londoner, but was here in Wales for a Holiday at Porthcawl (like a sort of less scummy, smaller Blackpool if you don't know it) which he was ironically enjoying the cheesiness of it all, but fell from some rocks on the beach and broke both ankles, he spotted me looking at him and shouted "what you looking at" in a mock London hard man voice he hadn't been using up to that point.
Then the paranoia kicked in, I was there, both arms badly broken stuck in these elevated slings, I detest feeling vulnerable at the best of times, but this was like hell for me, next to me lay my little fancy laptop and my iPhone and funky junky boy was going to drag himself over in the night, stick me with a dirty needle and steal them and there was sod all I could do about it slipping in and out of it, armless and harmless. I may the night before when cats chased mice under my bed all night seem pretty tame. I've no real idea if he was real or not, or part-real, part-dream which the worst part about Morphine trips for me, the ones about flying and stuff don't fool you for long, the ones that mix real life and you can't tell if you're awake or not can really do a number on you.
Post-morphine I was on Tramadol for 6 months, I had a recurring dream when I was a character on 'King of the Hill' the animated sit-com, I was me, but a cartoon version of me, talking to all these animated Texans, they were fun.
I stealthy listened to his whole story, he was a Londoner, but was here in Wales for a Holiday at Porthcawl (like a sort of less scummy, smaller Blackpool if you don't know it) which he was ironically enjoying the cheesiness of it all, but fell from some rocks on the beach and broke both ankles, he spotted me looking at him and shouted "what you looking at" in a mock London hard man voice he hadn't been using up to that point.
Then the paranoia kicked in, I was there, both arms badly broken stuck in these elevated slings, I detest feeling vulnerable at the best of times, but this was like hell for me, next to me lay my little fancy laptop and my iPhone and funky junky boy was going to drag himself over in the night, stick me with a dirty needle and steal them and there was sod all I could do about it slipping in and out of it, armless and harmless. I may the night before when cats chased mice under my bed all night seem pretty tame. I've no real idea if he was real or not, or part-real, part-dream which the worst part about Morphine trips for me, the ones about flying and stuff don't fool you for long, the ones that mix real life and you can't tell if you're awake or not can really do a number on you.
Post-morphine I was on Tramadol for 6 months, I had a recurring dream when I was a character on 'King of the Hill' the animated sit-com, I was me, but a cartoon version of me, talking to all these animated Texans, they were fun.
P-Jay said:
More of a trip than a dream, I was in a trauma ward ripped to the tits on Morphine - in the middle of the night they admitted a Pete Doherty alike, all tattoos, hipster clothes and crying like a baby from Heroin withdrawals begging the night staff to let him get a fix, but they talked him down and some searching on the database later they were able to give him some methadone to calm him down.
I stealthy listened to his whole story, he was a Londoner, but was here in Wales for a Holiday at Porthcawl (like a sort of less scummy, smaller Blackpool if you don't know it) which he was ironically enjoying the cheesiness of it all, but fell from some rocks on the beach and broke both ankles, he spotted me looking at him and shouted "what you looking at" in a mock London hard man voice he hadn't been using up to that point.
Then the paranoia kicked in, I was there, both arms badly broken stuck in these elevated slings, I detest feeling vulnerable at the best of times, but this was like hell for me, next to me lay my little fancy laptop and my iPhone and funky junky boy was going to drag himself over in the night, stick me with a dirty needle and steal them and there was sod all I could do about it slipping in and out of it, armless and harmless. I may the night before when cats chased mice under my bed all night seem pretty tame. I've no real idea if he was real or not, or part-real, part-dream which the worst part about Morphine trips for me, the ones about flying and stuff don't fool you for long, the ones that mix real life and you can't tell if you're awake or not can really do a number on you.
Post-morphine I was on Tramadol for 6 months, I had a recurring dream when I was a character on 'King of the Hill' the animated sit-com, I was me, but a cartoon version of me, talking to all these animated Texans, they were fun.
Eek! Not too similar but when in hosp for a spine op I had a challenge. I was on intravenous morphine with the green button on demand system.I stealthy listened to his whole story, he was a Londoner, but was here in Wales for a Holiday at Porthcawl (like a sort of less scummy, smaller Blackpool if you don't know it) which he was ironically enjoying the cheesiness of it all, but fell from some rocks on the beach and broke both ankles, he spotted me looking at him and shouted "what you looking at" in a mock London hard man voice he hadn't been using up to that point.
Then the paranoia kicked in, I was there, both arms badly broken stuck in these elevated slings, I detest feeling vulnerable at the best of times, but this was like hell for me, next to me lay my little fancy laptop and my iPhone and funky junky boy was going to drag himself over in the night, stick me with a dirty needle and steal them and there was sod all I could do about it slipping in and out of it, armless and harmless. I may the night before when cats chased mice under my bed all night seem pretty tame. I've no real idea if he was real or not, or part-real, part-dream which the worst part about Morphine trips for me, the ones about flying and stuff don't fool you for long, the ones that mix real life and you can't tell if you're awake or not can really do a number on you.
Post-morphine I was on Tramadol for 6 months, I had a recurring dream when I was a character on 'King of the Hill' the animated sit-com, I was me, but a cartoon version of me, talking to all these animated Texans, they were fun.
In the mixed- gender communal ward I found myself next to Mustapha Trump. With some sort of intestinal trauma going on, he was producing blanket lifters all night long. But the morphine made me ultra sensitive to sound. It wasn't the smell, it was the paaarp followed by 'sorry' about every 3 mins. Had a little word with nursie and got Temazepam so I knew zip until brekky time.
FredericRobinson said:
I had horrible paranoia on morphine, was convinced I was dying and they were just waiting for all my family to arrive to tell me, think I'd rather take the pain than go through that again.
Sure it wasn't diamorphine? I used to drink with an ex Royal Marine who was wounded at Suez, he found the morphine very pleasant in a nice relaxing way.
Many years later he was given diamorphine after surgery and had a very bad reaction to it, halucinations, confused and out of it in a bad way, not out of it in a happy relaxed way. I didn't get on with diamorphine after a very bad leg fracture either, didn't do much for the pain just left me confused and delirious.
It's possible to be allergic to diamorphine but fine with morphine
FredericRobinson said:
Tango13 said:
Sure it wasn't diamorphine?
Quite possibly, I'm in no rush to try again and find outI forget the name, but the Morphine you take orally as a liquid always gave me worse trips than the iv version. Horrible stuff, they would give me a mouthful of the stuff and I'll pass out, wake up however long later and the taste would still be in my mouth and the trips would start.
I came round briefly on the trolly as I was being transferred to a bed after surgery on my hand .
Apparently I sat bolt upright and said to the very attractive ward sister "bloody hell your horny, are you a squirter ?"
Then fell back and didn't wake up for another 3 hrs .
All this told me by one of the nurses who is a family friend.
Apparently I sat bolt upright and said to the very attractive ward sister "bloody hell your horny, are you a squirter ?"
Then fell back and didn't wake up for another 3 hrs .
All this told me by one of the nurses who is a family friend.
P-Jay said:
FredericRobinson said:
Tango13 said:
Sure it wasn't diamorphine?
Quite possibly, I'm in no rush to try again and find outI forget the name, but the Morphine you take orally as a liquid always gave me worse trips than the iv version. Horrible stuff, they would give me a mouthful of the stuff and I'll pass out, wake up however long later and the taste would still be in my mouth and the trips would start.
I'm 10 days into giving up smoking weed after consuming a joint a day for the best part of 20 years. Jesus Christ the dreams are terrible. It takes ages to fall asleep then it's one bats
t nightmare after another - I wake up shouting/crying and bathed in sweat at least 3 times each night - supposed to subside after two weeks so I'm determined to stick it out...
t nightmare after another - I wake up shouting/crying and bathed in sweat at least 3 times each night - supposed to subside after two weeks so I'm determined to stick it out...I remember when my mum was in ICU with a healthy mix of Ketamine + Morphene, she used to tell me the doctors lived under her bed and the nurses did their rounds on a little Trainline that went from bed to bed. Apparently she used to press the nurse call button, just so they could make sure the doctors under the bed were fine.
Mr Gearchange said:
I'm 10 days into giving up smoking weed after consuming a joint a day for the best part of 20 years. Jesus Christ the dreams are terrible. It takes ages to fall asleep then it's one batst nightmare after another - I wake up shouting/crying and bathed in sweat at least 3 times each night - supposed to subside after two weeks so I'm determined to stick it out...
Well done that man, gold star for determination!t nightmare after another - I wake up shouting/crying and bathed in sweat at least 3 times each night - supposed to subside after two weeks so I'm determined to stick it out...Gassing Station | Health Matters | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff