Nightmares that feel like reality
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Hi, my name is Maddison, and I'm gonna talk about my dream I had but first let me tell you everything first about why this dream could have happened. I'm just adjusting to some new medication called Prozac and one of the side effects is strange dreams. And trouble sleeping one day I was with my boyfriends and we went to lay down for a bit cause I was tired cause of my Medication. You may think I'm crazy or I'm weird for having a dream like this but that's okay cause it is weird to have dreams of thinking you were there being able to hear and feel what happens I had two dreams when on this Medication.
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