I dream a lot without my meds. The dreams are usually quite interesting, but rarely entirely pleasant, and they leave me feeling exhausted when I wake up. Last night, my dreams involved trying to wake up before dinosaurs ate me, being held captive on a melting snow-pack which concealed a dangerous drop into a crevasse, escaping and paying a drug gang to smuggle me up a river into a South American rainforest by speedboat, struggling to maintain the ecosystem of a small wildlife preserve in the face of changing climatological conditions and trying to figure out who was killing fire salamanders that I had on exhibit in a museum.