Ambien Dream Journal

I’ve been an insomniac for quite some time. In fact, I don’t remember the last time I had a real, full night sleep. Usually, I will either stay up all night to watch the sunrise, or I will fall asleep early and wake up a couple of hours later. After quite some time, I finally decided that drugs were the answer. I got a prescription for Ambien, and my life has totally changed. I can finally sleep! I take the pill, and twenty minutes later, I am out like a light. Awesome!

The only crazy thing is that I can recall every detail of my dreams. They are so vivid, and in a lot of cases, they are super creepy. Let me give you a few examples. By the way, if you can give me any ideas on what the hell these dreams mean, please give me your thoughts!

One night, right after I started taking the pills, I had a crazy dream about my dogs. I dreamed that Dexter and Marley were playing in the backyard of my parents’ house. The grass was really long, like 18” deep. I couldn’t keep track of the dogs while they were playing back there, and they came across a bee hive. They got stung all over the paws and face. I found them and brought them into the house, and tried to take care of them. Marley died first, within minutes, and I was so sad. Then, a few minutes later, Dexter died. In my dream, I was screaming and crying, and when I woke up, tears were streaming down my face. It was so real.

I hated that dream, and considered stopping the medication. There were a few intensely real sex dreams after that, so I decided to keep taking it. It was just a few days later that my next weird dream happened.

In this dream, I dreamed that I was moving into a brand new home. I hadn’t seen the place, so you can imagine my surprise when I discovered the new place was on a cruise ship. I had my ticket, and I boarded the immense ship, and started looking for my room. The room I was looking for was 827933112. Seriously, a 9 digit number. It is so clear in my memory, and I don’t know what the number means. Thoughts? Anyway, I headed up to level 8, and I did end up finding the place, but it wasn’t a room. I was accidentally looking at a ticket stub for a movie, entitled Looney Toons Adventure 827933 part 112. I had already seen it, so I took a closer look at my ticket and went down to level 4 to find my room. It wasn’t there, so I just went to level 6 and ordered a Pina Colada. Delicious!

I have googled that number a few times, and I can’t figure out what it means, or why it is stuck inside my brain. Sometimes, it’s just a puzzle as to where some things come from. Other times, I know exactly where the ideas come from. To preface this last dream, you should know that I had just finished Season 9 of Scrubs, which takes place in a medical school.

In this dream, I was at home, and two Mexican guys came in to rob me. They took me hostage, and went to take me away. They split up, and I found myself tied up in the front seat of one of the guys’ old pick up truck. I was able to free myself, and jerked the steering wheel. We went off the side of the road, and hit a parked car. I reached over and grabbed his gun, but he had another gun. At the same time, sitting right next to each other, we started shooting. I hit him twice, but he missed me every time. I was pissed at this time. I pushed him over and drove us to the nearest medical school classroom, where I threw him down on the table. I told my story, then asked the class, “How would you guys like a super fresh cadaver?!” I then finished him off, right there in the classroom!

The kicker to this dream is that, as the class was dismissing, a Japanese girl came up to me. She was crying, and told me about how her family was interred in the concentration camps in World War II. In my dream, I could empathize because I had just killed my captors. Here’s the question: Am I racist?

My mind has been quiet for the last 2 nights. Lets see if it lasts.