The Effects of Melatonin
I've been having trouble sleeping of late. I believe it is due to my cut hours at my day job. I don't mind actually, I asked for the cut hours so I can focus on more important things for a teenager: sleep and binge watching Netflix. With the trouble of sleeping, I decided to take melatonin last night to help me sleep. For those that don't know, melatonin is a hormone that the body naturally produces to help with sleep and wake cycles, but can easily be disturbed. Taking melatonin additives helps your body go to sleep and wake up after sleeping. If you are going to take melatonin, be sure to take the correct amount and don't overdose at all unless you will have the same thing that I had last night.
At around midnight twenty (12:20 am), I decided that my body wasn't going to go to sleep on its own so I got out of bed and got my body of melatonin. I did my usual of hitting the bottle on the table to have tablets pop out, but too many tablets popped out, and I felt really lazy putting them back into the bottle at the time, so instead I took all the tablets that popped out. Now my bottle consists of tablets of 5mg of melatonin each. I took two extra tablets than recommended which equate to 20mg of melatonin. 10mg of melatonin can easily make me fall asleep within an hour, so I was hoping that 20mg of melatonin could knock me out in half an hour. The math was there, it made sense, but the effects that that much melatonin had on my body was not something I was ready for.
I laid back in bed re-watching Mythbusters, which in itself is probably not the best thing to watch when trying to fall asleep because some of the experiments consist of explosions. The episode that I was watching was the test to see if Cola (Coke) was an effective spermicide (all the other experiments couldn't beat that). After about thirty minutes into the episode, you learn that it isn't. Coke actually seemed to make the sperm move faster, but the only thing that came to my head was a guy telling a girl or girls telling each other that after sex is you pour and into your lady bit, that it would kill the sperm. When you are on melatonin after 10 minutes, it is quite easy to visualize.
After roughly another 10 minutes my eyes start to close on their own, but the episode just ended and I needed to change the episode so there was background sound to cope me to sleep. When I tried to change the episode, my arms were limp and my speech was slurred, so instead of changing the episode, I pushed my laptop off my bed and onto the ground. I was too tired to be shocked or worry, so instead, I pass out.
A disclaimer for you all now. If you are like me, you have some vivid dreams that feel very realistic, and on melatonin, you have multiple dreams. Also, some of my dreams come true, but I really hope none of these ones do.
In the first dream I was walking around an empty park near Boston which is already unnormal because of the lack of people, and why was I in a park that I've never been in before. I guess that I was looking for someone, but as I was walking I was pelted in the head by an acorn. I wanted to know where this acorn came from so I start looking up into the trees around me and I see a 'Godling' from the Witcher 3 series just staring at me with its huge eyes. If you don't know what a Godling is from the Witcher 3, imagine a little green kid around the age of 5 that has really big eyes like ET, but still a human head. I was not expecting this, so I woke up and my body thrust up from 0 degrees to about 60 degrees in my bed, but since my body was limp and that I didn't make it to 90 degrees, I fell back and immediately when my head hit the pillow, I was in another dream.
In the second dream, I was walking around a city, probably Boston, and this big pizza guy that looked like John Pinette came out onto the street and started to yell at me. "Eh Guiseppe, hav-a da sub imma make ya!" Quite a way with words he had, so I followed him into his shop with my friend that I was walking with that didn't come about until I got into the store. John leads me to his counter and starts making this amazing looking sub and when he is done, he gives it to me and my friend to eat free of charge. Now if anything, I wish this would come true. About halfway through the eating the sub, John starts talking to me and my friend from behind the counter, "Hey! Ya boys a wanta see a haunted place?" We were quite curious because we happened to be college students that are willing to sacrifice our lives to have five extra minutes of sleep, so what the heck. We agreed and John opens up the back door to his store. "Uppa those stairs. Just follow the path." If you are already thinking that John is a rapist, you were one step ahead of my friend and I. We set off up the stairs and the scene changes into a normal looking living room in an apartment. No one was in the apartment, but most of the lights were already on. After walking about for a couple of minutes, a naked lady comes out of what looks like the bathroom. She walks over to the mirror and starts to point out the flaws on her body starting from her head down to her left most pinky toe because, for some reason, her left most pinky toe was an extra. My friend and I were watching from a distance because John told us that this was a haunted house so we that this naked girl was a ghost; however, she found us in the background of her mirror. She started to yell at us to leave, we apologize and tell her that we were sent up by John. She scoffs and shuts the door to the bedroom. My friend and I decide to head back downstairs, and as we do, we are talking about the flaws on that ladies body. John hears us coming down and he opens the door for us, "Scared wasn't yas? Haha yeah, my wife is a scary subject to behold. I mean did ya twos see her left most pinky toe?" he states as he shivers.
The scene changes again into what I believe is my third dream. I'm at Ellen Page's house staying the night, but her mother doesn't know anything about this, and for some reason, there were five of us. We were in a room that contained a room-length mattress and a flat screen television that was hanging on the wall with no wires attached. I don't really recall much of this dream other than eating a crap load of candy and feeling that my teeth were coming loose. Ellen had the best candy. Her mother came home and kicked everyone out of the house except for Ellen and me. She pulled me aside, "are you doing okay? Did Ellen make you do anything that you didn't want to do? Here take this money and keep everything on the down-low." She shoves money into my pockets and starts to direct me to the outside of the house.
The next dream is a continuation of the previous. I was on my way home, and as any person with loose teeth, I was fiddling with them with my tongue. About the time that I got home and into the door, my teeth started to fall out and there was blood pouring out of my mouth. The feeling was so realistic, I could taste the blood and feel the paper towels that I shoved into my mouth trying to stop the bleeding. My tongue could go over the holes of where my teeth once were and I could feel the emptiness that was. It also tickled as my tongue went across my irritated gums while blood poured onto it. What was going on? Why were my teeth falling out? What could do this? It wasn't as though I plucked the out, they fell out naturally, and no pain. I could feel the rush of air in the holes. The unpleasantness of the blood getting everywhere. I banged my fists on my father's door hoping that he would take me to the hospital before the rest of my teeth fell out, but by the time that he opened the door, I was a bloody babbling fool.
I woke up, immediately having to check to see if my teeth were intact. Every tooth was still there, but it felt so real that I lost all my teeth. I was heavily breathing, scared, that I would be a bloody babbling fool for the rest of my life. My phone was vibrating from across the room, I had missed my alarm by thirty-five minutes.
Lesson to learn from this, don't overdose on melatonin.