September 3: Dreaming

I told a coworker who had also shared with me about her anxiety that I had started it and was hoping it would work. She told me it had no street value except with the hippies. What do you mean? I asked. They take it for the crazy vivid bizarre dreams, she explained. It seemed a bit lame to me.

September 2: Dreaming

It took me two decades to get up the courage to ask the doctor about my anxiety. He liked buspirone because of the low incidence of side effects and patients did not need ever-increasing dosages to have a continued effect. It didn't get you high and it didn't get you low. Oh but the dreams. The dreams are crazy town.

September 1: Dreaming

I have anxiety and I take buspirone, which is specific to anxiety and works like a dream. It has no side effects for me except one: vivid dreams. My night life is bizarre, technicolor, crazy-ass bullshit that pulls from my day to day life, warping it into almost a second life all night long. I wouldn't trade it for anything.