Users going off of Escitalopram often report extremely vivid nightmares, and they report that they feel as though they're intoxicated while awake.
No shit? My dream last night was one long quasi-universe-ender. I woke up three times, but I slipped right back into it every time. It's very random and variable, but that's how dreams are. This is what I remember of it.
I spent several dream-weeks wandering a spaceship with omnipotent like beings that were informing us of the universe-ending, though we never saw them. It was a vertical ship, and had several hundred floors. The top floors were divided into warps like puzzlebox, but derived from current human culture, not exaggerated. (Down was urban decay for example). I had to fight/trick my way all the way up, there were humans working for the beings, or maybe they just assumed human shape. They had everything, bank floors, mall floors, government floors, etc. all based on human activity. Now that I think of it, maybe it was intended to be an ark. However, I pretty much ruined all of it, determined to get to the very top.
The strangest part? When I was ransacking the ship working my way to the top, I knew exactly what I was doing. I was destroying specific things on purpose. Didn't figure out what my purpose was until the end of the dream though!
I ended up getting back out of the ship after meeting the people in charge, that part is not remembered. But I was given a very big scolding
Back on Earth. People started screaming that the world was ending towards the end, and I peeked outside. It was just a thunderstorm, so I just shrugged and continued my business as usual. Then I couldn't decide if I wanted OJ or Milk, while people were screaming and rioting. So I started debating the differences between breakfast cereals as the world DID begin to end.
Turns out all that mayhem I caused on the ship made their reality shifting engine break some of the strings of the universe. The universe started to break apart, cracks of absolute darkness as things distorted and shifted. Then I was floating alone somehow still alive, everything else was dead and gone.
Then I woke up.
What I can't figure out is, does this mean my subconscious thinks very highly of myself, or just that lowly? It certainly seems to think 'big' in either direction. I was remarkably calm, I had no fear the entire time I was dreaming this. When I was awake, I was twitching and horrified, but in the dream I had a purpose, even if it was destroying the universe O_o