In the last two days, I've had science fiction dreams for the first time in my life. And I'm quite a vivid, imaginative dreamer. Felt absolutely awesome, I woke up excited about what I'd dreamed.

Such a vividly detailed world, fully formed characters with backstories, snappy dialogue, protagonists, antagonists, scenery, the way sunlight glinted off of pale blue curved surfaces, grey stonework. A massive influx of globes--that can fit in the palm of one's hand, were mechanical in nature--that flooded Earth and what they do is heal everything, build magnificent infrastructure, improve people's lives, transformed Earth's civilization into a Golden Age; but there was a hard to notice downside, which I noticed when walking through a colorful spacious indoor plaza, similar to Grand Central Station, in which I realized I needed to act happy and complacent like everyone else, or the system would start to tag me as a deviant. And then some fantastic, delicious making out with a woman who gave me safe harbor from the system. Damn she was a good kisser.

Such a difference from all the other dreams I've had the past decades of my life. Is it the Wellbutrin? I hope so. Follow-up appointment is tomorrow.