So I'm on Chantix now for one week to help aid in stop smoking. I was aloud to smoke the week I started as I was only popping a 5 mg tablet once a day. Monday I started taking the 1 mg dosage twice a day (once in the morning and once at night) The vivid dreams my doctor told me about started last night and let me tell you the word vivid cannot describe the reality of the dreaming I did last night. My dream, packed with violence, both my family and Thom's family where in a catering hall together and six to eight men stormed in, grabbed all the children and threatened us all that each one would be killed starting with the children. I do not remember what these men wanted exactly, (money jewelry government acknowledgement) but a few of us started retaliating - I remember hitting a man several times on the head and shoulders with a baseball bat - I felt the wooden bat hit his skull, I tried to break his skull (and I concentrated on doing that inside the dream) and when it did blood splattered everywhere...someone else picked up a pointed legged chair and through it on top of him, he screamed in mercy and I awoke, my heart racing, sweating... it was like I left one room and walked into my bedroom, fell asleep and woke again...
At this time, Tuesday April 1st I have little to no desire to smoke. I am although in my work environment and often don't get out much to smoke anyway. I can still smoke as my doctor said I can but I will not have the urge within the second week...Maryann (who was previously on the drug said the same) Maryann also decribed wild dreams of walking down 5th Avenue with purple spotted buffalo...
I will (cause I want to) try and record my Chantix dreams on my Blog as I remember them. Maybe there is something to learn from them? Like, maybe I wannna really kill people? That's a scary thought...
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