Sertraline Dream #1: Unmerited Compliments
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My professor's tears stream down her face, her voice shattered with emotional distress. We sit across from each other aside a table shocked with streaks of pale yellows and oranges that marble its veneer surface. Our yellow chairs are ancient, and the vinyl they're made of bears scars from its decades of faithful service.
"I'm so proud of you," she sobs.
I say nothing as my professor heaps on compliments I don't deserve. How did I even manage to make it this far in my studies?
"You're one of my best students," she says, still crying.
The carpeting in this place may well be older than I am. It's brown and familiar, but it shouldn't be. This isn't my carpet. We're not even in the right state. We're a thousand miles away. Why are we at my grandmother's house?
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Jim Stitzel
I have the opposite problem -- I rarely ever remember my dreams, though that could be more an effect of my sleep medication than my antidepressant.
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JonB
You've manged to capture that unsettling off-kilter familiarity that one often experiences in dreams, rather well.
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Abstract
This is based on a dream I recently had. I think antidepressants affect my dreams, or at least make me more likely to remember them.