i didn't usually dream, but since starting on sertraline I had these extreme lucid dreams, that I can't even tell apart from reality, to a point that sometimes I believe something actually happened when in fact it didn't.
two nights ago I dreamed that I was in cabin suspended on the ocean, my father, one of my brothers, a friend and some other people I can't remember where up there as well. I don't know what we were doing there, but it seems like we were supposed to watch out for something. at some point, my friend and her twin brother started to fight, and somehow the support that was holding on the cabin was damaged. the cabin started to fall, I felt like I was falling, could feel the wind against my skin, the touch of the hard wood floor, the twirl in my stomach, my heart frequency rising, and trough the window I saw the sky, the most beautiful paint I had ever seen. it was purple with some blue and pink spots, you could see the milky way, the starts were bright, and so close as if you could touch them. and then the cold water hit my skin. the thing is, while falling I didn't feel afraid, I didn't try to do something and scape, I felt calm, as if nothing could do me harm, as if I was ethereal. somehow the cabin was dragged by the water and I saw many sea creatures on high extreme details, with bright colours I could never even imagine.
I know it's surreal, and not a bad dream, but I don't know, wanted to share it with someone. somehow this dream filled me with a little bit o joy