I have now completed my first full week on Chantix. The dreams have started. They are not as violent as I remember. At least, in these dreams, I am not the one committing the violence. There has been plenty of blood.
Mostly the theme this time around is being trapped in a maze of some kind. Dreams of being lost, dreams of hunting and being hunted. I often have companions in these dreams, and those companions have died horribly in most of them, but not by my hand.
I’m sure the dreams in which I am the villain are soon to come.
Today is the first day on the full dose.