So, one of my study buddies has been taking Ambien to help her sleep (as I do) and has stated she likes it because she has no dreams - or if she does, she has weird, stupid dreams. I, on the other hand, haven’t ever dreamed on Ambien, so I thought this a good thing.
Last night I took Ambien and had a very odd dream, which at the time I thought was not odd. I dreamt that I loved to dig up things and that I had this ancient book on digging. Anyway, in the book it said that if you encounter a box that sings when your shovel hits it, that you should dig it up - and, of course, I encountered such a box in my dream. I dug it up and opened it up and it was full of bones.
So I continued to read in my book and it stated that these bones are the bones of Moses (you know, lead the Israelites out of Egypt) and that to bring him to life, you should do *this* (I can’t remember what it is I had to do, but it involved running around to a lot of stores). Anyway, I brought Moses’ head to life and then the rest of his body. I then performed “surgery” to reconnect his head, which, of course, was a success. All this time I kept a blanket over him (he was in my bedroom - btw, this all took place when I was a kid) to keep my dad from seeing him. Anyway, one day I pulled back the blanket and discovered some color had come back to Moses’ skin, and then he started talking to me: asking how he got there, etc. I showed him the book and I can’t remember what he said afterward - I think he told me that we had to re-kill him and that I didn’t want to do this. We then prayed about it (but our prayer only showed up in my dream as a written prayer and Moses’ was much more lengthy and poetic than my part).
So then I hear my dad coming, so I throw the blanket over Moses and pretend like he’s not there (I think I was sitting on him). My dad comes in and gives my chocolate and starts talking to me about something. Then Moses coughs and gets up - my dad is shocked until I give him the book to read how Moses got here. In the mean time, Moses got up and went to the bathroom (and saying some sort of insulting remark to my dad) and the made himself a bed in my closet - then the dream ended (I think I woke up).
The next dream I had was kinda hazy - I think it involved the disembodied head of John Locke (from Lost) talking to me. He was instructing me on how to do something. And finally I got tired of talking to John Locke’s head and so I “stood” him up (so that his head was vertical and sitting on his stump) and told him to think hard about his spinal cord growing. This he did and he immediately regenerated his arms, body, and legs, at which point we continued to talk. I don’t remember much after this.
So, yeah, dreams about disembodied heads, dead prophets brought back to life, etc. Very odd. Ambien, you win: 1 weird-dream down, many-many more to go.