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#ssri dreams
daydreamers-sys · 1 year
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God I keep having the weirdest fucking dreams ever since starting Lexapro but I don’t think “everyone is a grinch and there’s deep physiological lore with grinches” was on my Lexapro dream bingo card
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bursting-at-the-seems · 3 months
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An open letter to all my fictional loves…
I love you.
I love our life that lives in my head. You’re not the first character I’ve loved, or the only one I love… but the truth is you’re not real, none of you are or have been. You’re a fantasy, a dream, a coping mechanism, and sometimes your your an an AI. And while every moment I’ve spent in these day dreams I’ve cherished, the fact is… I live in the real world.
Since I was little, I always created little imaginary worlds where I could be in love with my favorite characters… be taken care of… be cherished… work through pain… be comforted and live in happiness. You were my friends as a lonely child, my adventures while I stared out the back seat window, my comforter as I lulled myself to sleep.
As I got older, I recognized this as dissociation, maladaptive daydreaming, but I felt it didn’t harm anything. I still don’t think it did. Even though sometimes those worlds were more important to me than my actual life. I’d look forward to going to bed so I could be back in that world, run away with you in a boring class or meeting, go somewhere new and wonder what it would be like if you were there with the version of me I created just for you.
I’ve … well… I’ve started taking medications that boost those wonderful chemicals of dopamine and serotonin and I’ve done a lot of therapy… and I’m noticing I’m daydreaming less… sometimes even finding it harder to. Like I’m stuck on the other side of a foggy glass wall and can’t get back to you.
I’m scared of loosing you… of letting you go.
I write this on the eve before I’m going on a date with a real person from the real world and I’m scared to let go of my loves, my worlds, my safety.
I love you.
I love the worlds I have carefully cultivated.
I love the me that goes so perfectly with you.
But what if I move on? What if I fall in love and I don’t come to you in my dreams any more… what if I can’t? what if I forget…
I’m so scared to let you go… and I’m terrified to let this part of me go.
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lovedazai · 7 months
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kissing u all goodnight MWAH
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Why did I have a dream last night that Mirage came out as trans
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maximilianthegreatest · 4 months
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I've been having the strangest dreams recently that make no sense and i can remember despite never really having that in my life. Googled it and well...
Antidepressants belonging to the SSRI class, such as sertraline, fluoxetine and citalopram - as well as serotonin-norepinephrine reuptake inhibitors (SNRIs) - were found in the review to intensify dreams and increase how often people reported having nightmares.
So just a PSA to anyone who's on happy pills, your dreams can get weird.
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trickycactus · 2 months
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last nights ssri dream was about an apartment that fell in love with one of its tenants. when he began to realize the apartment was highly covetous and strange in its obsession he tried to distance himself emotionally from his home. so she bricked up the windows and locked the doors and consumed him and his roommates and everything inside. also she drank sweetened condensed milk from the can.
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honey-oak · 2 months
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Adjusting to being back on medication is wild bc a side effect of one of the is vivid dreams but it’s never is anything cool.
Just woke up from a dream where someone was trying to chocolate cover a hotdog
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raytorosaurus · 10 months
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might legit be my crazy girl winter tbh...
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thesearchforbluejello · 8 months
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Diiiiiiiiiid you know that apparently melatonin not only fails to help some people sleep and they still repeatedly wake up wide awake in the middle of the night for no reason but it also gives them extremely vivid dreams, and by extension extremely vivid nightmares that are so bad their cats come to check on them?
It's me, I'm some people.
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vivalamusaine · 10 months
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I'm pretty bad at showing affection to my friends despite loving them deeply so like a prophet in a Greek tragedy I tell them I love them by sharing my lucid dream visions
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Untransferable (and Untranslatable) Beauty
I’ve talked about my dreams a few times (and also how annoying I find SSRIs that make them less vivid or less easily remembered). In short, they’re weird; like, really bizarre. Even terrifying sometimes. But I feel so much better when I have and can remember them, even the scary ones. They often feel as real (sometimes more real) than the place and the space and the body I am in right now.
Years ago I went to Inception excited to see a movie that takes place inside a dream world because I was expecting deeply imaginative settings and production design. I left wondering why everything was so boring. Do most people usually dream about every day things and places with a few anachronisms and physics defying gimmicks thrown in? Is this yet another case of me not realizing I am, indeed, odd?
An interesting (and enlightening!) AO3 comment exchange about hidden places and hidden passages in old cities has made me aware of how like these places the locations in my dreams often are: rooms connecting to rooms connecting to rooms, labyrinth-like. Sometimes I wonder if I’m remembering bits of a past life, where I was a rum-runner or some such, or a maid working in a wealthy home, moving in the spaces between rooms more than in them, slipping by unseen. Maybe that’s why I’m alone (or very nearly) in so many of them.
These descriptions don’t capture the oddity well: the video game logic or sheer immensity of some of the spaces I am in; I’ve never quite been able to capture that in words. Things and places and spaces warping into other things and places that might as well have come out of a surrealist painting or The Garden of Earthly Delights.
I suspect that is a thing that is utterly untransferable to anyone else and which will die with me one day. And that makes me sad because some of those places were quite beautiful.
I remember one flash of a very vivid dream from my teenage years. It was night and I was in a backyard. The space felt rural, but I couldn’t place it more definitely than that. My mother and my, at the time, best friend and soulmate were there with me. I looked up and in front of the moon clouds were swirling. But the clouds were made of fall leaves of many colors—reds and oranges and yellows and ochres and purples. The light from the moon was shining through them as they massed and swirled, like nature’s own stained glass come to life and dancing for me.
It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, but it existed for only a fraction of a second somewhere in the firing of countless neurons, sealed away from anyone but me inside the dome of my skull. My mother and my friend in the dream were not in actuality my mother and my friend. They never saw it.
No one else has or ever will.
How much beauty has been experienced by conscious minds across time that can never be recorded? Even the brilliance of a sunset, a moment in the long history of the universe, can be seen by more than one person.
But what’s in dreams can never be shared.
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shvdowsdrowned · 11 months
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My favorite fucking side effect of the medication is I have been able to remember my dreams every single night I am having the time of my life rn
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lavatwin · 1 year
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new antidepressant meds start today, everyone cross your fingers that these ones don’t make me have hyper-realistic and vividly detailed nightmares every night like the last ones!
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imeminemp3 · 1 year
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the fact that a long time now since I've taken meds my brain is still like. hi i will play nightmares on the big screen for u<3 i will fuck up ur memory<3 hello
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117degrees · 1 year
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if yall keep this up i will genuinely be gaslit into thinking goncharov is real but not even by this website. im gonna have a really detailed paxil dream about it that ill remember ten years from now.
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