Probably not quite the same thing, but I recently got back from Africa, where I've been taking the anti-malaria tablets Doxycyclone.

Talk about fucked up fucking dreams...!

The other night, I dreamt I was with my ex ex girlfriend Emma. We were sat in a sort of 1950s cafe. I haven't seen or heard from Emma for about 5 years. At the start of the dream, I thought to myself quite consciously, 'Shit, there's Emma. Ahh, this must be a dream. Oh well, I haven't been asleep long, I've got a few hours with her yet...' and we had a nice chat about life.

I tried to kiss her, but she wasn't too keen on that.

I still felt shit when I woke up.