Since I started taking Zoloft for my depression, I have been having extraordinarily vivid dreams (is this common?), last night however takes the cake.
First I woke up around 3am thinking “Must secure the launch codes!” or something like this, completely overwhelmed by the responsability of conning my nuclear sub in this time of emergency ticking seconds from nuclear war…+
Then I remembered that I was Frodo, Argentinian Programmer and the nearest I have been from a nucelar ANYTHING is about 300 kilometers.
The worryness (is that a word?) didnt go away though, it was like my body was still in that imaginary sub (or spaceship dreams can be confuse like that).
I finally went to sleep again…
Only to wake up a few seconds(minutes?, hours?, days?) later thinking “they seem about to launch!, should I follow orders and retaliate?, fucking mankind’s fucking future is on my shoulders”
Then I remembered that I was in my bed, not in a sub, my blood pressure and general adrenaline state did not agree but my eyes confirmed it since i doubt nuclear subs (or spaceships) have Star Wars and LOTR posters in the walls.
I kept sleeping and waking up from that dream for what seemed like hours, finally i got up i walked around the house, drank some water, and went to sleep again.
The dream did not came back.
But other dreams took their place, less nerve-wracking but weird nonetheless, I posted on the Straight Dope, I watched a movie, I won the lottery, I toured an Aircraft Carrier (why was I so Navy Oriented last night?).
All that in the 3-4 hours before finally waking up and coming to work.
I may be doubling my life-time with this shit, but perhaps I’m gonna live just half the years i should…