Mucinex should really list as one of its side effects: crazy, bizarre dreams.
I have been suffering from a cold all week and have been faithfully taking Mucinex. I take it in the morning, again late afternoon and then before bed. So I am not abusing it, and I'm not even reaching the daily maximum intake.
But during the day, I have a short fuse and at night bizarre, really bizarre dreams. I have never taken much stock in dream interpretation, and there have been some dreams that I wouldn't want interpreted for me. Some dreams I can justify as happening because I thought about a person that day or an event, and then it manifested itself into my dream. But Mucinex dreams are a far stretch of reality.
The first dream had me driving in a less desirable neighborhood of Worcester and then getting lost there. It seemed I was driving around in circles until my car died. As soon as the car stopped, I noticed scary people coming out of dilapidated and rundown buildings all around me. We'll call these people gangsters. They surrounded my car, and without ever speaking a word to me or to each other, they removed the door off of my car and pulled me out. I was brought to a room where I was made to sit in a chair while they formed a circle around me. Everyone just stared, and no one spoke. Well, except for me, who kept asking what was going on and why I was there. Then I woke up. (This dream could possibly be explained by a story I had heard at work that day.)
In the second dream I was in a tree, way up high, by myself. I wasn't playing with any other children, I wasn't a child in the dream, and there was no other scenery around. I was just in a tree. Then I heard a siren, and a firetruck appeared, and a ladder started to be extended toward me. Firemen got off the truck, and I couldn't make out their faces because I was so high up in the tree. One fireman began climbing the ladder, and as he reached me, I realized it was a fireman from my town. He instructed me to climb down the ladder, and I did. (This dream could be explained by my new favorite show Chicago Fire or by my sister's FB posts of firemen; however, the town fireman was no Kelly Severide.)
The third dream had me riding on a sleek black panther with beautiful blue eyes that looked like glass, and we were racing across a big open field. (This dream may have been an interpretation of my jealousy the day before watching snowmobilers crossing a field in town, or it may have been something else.)
And in last night's dream I was a breadstick...not the lame boring Stella Dora breadstick but the buttery, garlic Olive Garden breadstick. I was in the Olive Garden to go breadstick bag with 3 other breadsticks. While my head was on top of my breadstick, the other 3 just had those beady eyes that you use with kids for crafts and glue onto things and then shake them to watch the eyes move. (This dream is a sign of what I should have for lunch today, I'm sure of it.)