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A while back Mrs CF was on some medication that had the side effect of creating vivid and 'realistic' dreams. Those were strange nights resulting in interrupted (and usually startled) slumber for yours truly.

The first I'd know about these hallucinations was when my wife became either very vocal or else started moving about a lot. To give an example or three....

I was awoken one night (actually the first time the dreams happened) by my wife suddenly sitting bolt upright, waving her arms around and shouting: 'Look out for the plastic! look out for the plastic! ' after which she promptly lay down again and continued with her usual snoring. Meantime I was left toatally awake and wondering what the hell was happening ...

The next morning she remembered the dream but not the sitting up and shouting bit. She had been walking across a field and, looking up at the sky, she noticed that all the clouds had turned to plastic film and were now starting to fall earthwards towards children who were playing in the field. So naturally she shouted and waved to warn them....

Then there was the time I was awoken to the sound of my wife crashing around the bedroom - first against the dressing table next to her side of the bed, and then bumpily heading through an adjacent archway and then banging her way through the door inside the archway that leads to the bathroom. By this time I was used to these disturbances, but not to this particular walking bumping result. Anyway, she woke up in the bathroom as she turned the light on.

Seems in this dream she had been aboard a ship in a bad storm and finding the boat beginning to fill with water she'd decided to make her way along the corridor below decks to try to escape. she came to a bulkhead that was blocking her way so banged against it wit her fists and it luckily gave. Behind the bulkhead door it was dark so she reached towards a light switch on the wall and turned the light on...

Last but not least, I was woken by a scream and just managed to stop her, out of bed and about to lob a silver hand mirror through the glass of the bedroom window.

In her dream, she had found herself encased in a sealed glass room and air was running out. She foud a metal bar on the floor and was about to throw it to break the glass when I interrupted her and woke her up.

Luckily she no longer takes the offending tablets, and, while she did, I always used to check that she hadn't taken a knife to bed before we dropped off to sleep!