Before I ventured here, or anywhere near a psychiatrists office, my dreams were uniformly bleak, post-apocalyptic style, either post war, desolate, and very alone in my observers POV.

After my meds took effect, the change was ABRUPT in a way I can't overstate. Seriously, I have dreams about normal social encounters, in normal social environments. Or doing normal family/friend things with other people.

How the heck did that happen? My brain wouldn't know what do with a friend if one ran me over in a truck.