DOSE: T+ 0:00	5 mg	oral	Pharms - Zolpidem
T+ 4:00	5 mg	oral	Pharms - Zolpidem
T+ 10:00	5 mg	oral	Pharms - Zolpidem

BODY WEIGHT:

130 lb

My Ambien Nightmares
I thought I would record this series of dreams that I had just in case I ever again thought it would be better to take Ambien than to be sleepless…

The prior night I had taken ½ Ambien to help me fall asleep, 4 hours later when I woke up again, I took the other half. And six hours later took one more half because I was really enjoying the sleep and decided, since I had nothing to do anyhow, to go down for, what I have always fondly referred to as, the long count. I woke up some eighteen hours later, feeling very groggy, of course and stayed up for the duration of one day. Here’s where it gets weird. I rarely take Ambien due to these “day after effects”.

Last night I laid down to go to sleep, wondering what rotten things were going to happen… Instead of the usual audio-hallucinations occurring always on the onset of sleep, which sound like a slowly approaching tornado/ freight train, getting louder and louder until they finally rouse me, unfreaking myself out and telling myself it’s ok to fall asleep no matter how loud and frightening this thing gets, I began hearing voices… Small chatterings, little “witch-laughs”, building up into an entire roomful of these “things” talking around me. I was amused by this at first because it didn’t seem as frightening as the usual freight train-thing, but it started getting just as scary as it kept waking me up for being so loud, with a very evil under tone. A few times over this, then sleep ensues. Sort of.

Toss and turn for hours with ongoing repetitive same dream. I am standing on the underlaying carpet tack of a soon to be carpeted room, I notice tiny (1mm dia) bugs gathering on the tack, when they get near me, I flick them with my shoe and when I flick one, it flies into the air, grows rapidly to 2cm dia, opens up and ejects thousands of more of the tiny insects which multiply even further and bury themselves into the tack. After flicking a few of them I am terrified that the tack will not be able to hold much more. Wake and roll over. Again and again. I feel paralyzed.

Sleep apparently deepens. Now I am in the same room, the bugs are “gone?”.

Now There is a bed in the room. I live with a family of a Mom, Dad and a teenage boy all of whom I am trying not to wake in the middle of the night. I have an infant baby to take care of. Even though I hold the baby closely to me, I keep dropping the baby. I hold the baby closer but as I walk around with the baby every time I lean over, or turn round, I hit the back of the baby’s head on something. The baby’s head swells as if with meningitis, I hold the baby close and lay down on the bed. The baby vomits blood everywhere, I need to clean up so I put the baby in the crook of the bed right next to the wall so could not fall anywhere, go to get towels and discover that the baby has fallen between the bed and the wall and hit it’s poor little head again on the box frame. I look and discover bruises all over the baby’s back and head and freak out and hold the baby close again. I go and look in the mirror and it looks as though my face is covered in cauliflower. It’s falling onto my clothing. I try to wipe it away but realize that it is mold. It is in my mouth too.

The teenage son wakes up, for the commotion and becomes enraged. The baby’s formula is setting somewhere along with some of my things that I need for work (because I have to go to work soon). He takes a broom and sweeps all of the formula, and my work things into a pile of cat litter and cat shit. I can’t believe it. He says he hates me to get out.

A woman (baby sitter?) and a (coworker?) show up at the door. It is 5am. I’ve had no sleep. It’s time to go to work. The baby is no longer in the picture, although I do explain to the woman to help the baby, somehow it’s gone..

The coworker and I look out the window, it is pouring torrential hurricane-ish rain. There are earthworms everywhere. They cover the sidewalks in a way that you could not walk to the car without stepping on them. Some of them are a meter long. I don’t have an umbrella. I tell my coworker I am sick and could not come to work today. He vanishes. A giant fish with big teeth swims along the flooded sidewalk and eats the earthworms. Swallows them whole. I am relieved that all I have to deal with is this fish now.
I roll over.

Now, I am sleeping on the drawbridge on Atlantic Ave. in Pompano Beach. I am wearing a bikini and many wraps to hide my eyes from the sun so I can sleep. At dark a bunch of people dressed in “glitz-glam-1980’s” type shit wake me up because they want to take digipix with me. They think that I am so cool because they all wish to live such a bohemian life as I do. I try to tell them that I am not as cool as they think as I witness a wave of people swarming over the bridge from the ocean side.
These are displaced workers, they’ve been evacuated due to some shipyard virus. I look at one of the dudes, underneath his wrap and realize he is, not only really cute, but he has the same mold disease that I have. I show him my face from under my wrap. I tell him I’m sorry and move on.

So many other people want the jobs of those that have been evacuated that healthy people are fighting to get to the ocean side. I realize that there’s nothing I could say to anyone to change their minds. I am sick anyhow so I go to Oceanside because it does not matter to me and try to find my vehicle. Which of course, like a bad Hollywood movie, it’s there. My VWBus. Now there’s a nightmare for you! Not the camaro, the Scooby Van… The Bus is there but when I try to drive it away I realize that it has a Waste Management garbage dumpster attached to the ball hitch, with some really weird overhead gear that I don’t know about, and all sorts of robotic electrical attachments hooked on. I just drive it and pull all that stuff, and then somehow find a way to disengage it without actually having to get out like really do it (only in a dream!) and then I drive it into the ocean for some stupid reason.

And I guess I drown? I don’t know, I woke up...Fucken el! Who needs LSD?

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 96669
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: 45
Published: Nov 24, 2025	Views: Not Supported
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