My most memorable dreams are what I call "weird architecture" dreams, always bought on by prescription medications. The first was produced by nitrous oxide from a visit to the dentist. I was lost in a huge city, all the buildings were of a style I believe is called "Beau Arts" (first time in my life I've ever used that in a sentence), and the buildings were huge, 50 stories tall and covering entire city blocks. There was no way out of the city, no signs, nothing. This dream seemed to go on for at least 8 hours.

Another time, I dreamed that I was working for a glass company that in real life I had left about a year earlier. My boss took me to a large mansion 3 or 4 stories tall, something like 100 rooms. He told me to replace all the windows by the end of the day. Then he took me into a circular room that was entirely made of stained glass, including the ceiling. He told me I had to dismantle it and put it back together. I woke up in a cold sweat, not because of the nature of the job, but because I didn't work there and didn't know how to break it to the boss.

Another, bought on by nicotine patches, had me driving my patrol car through a neighborhood of victorian houses, each having a feature that didn't belong, such as thatched roofs or onion domes. The street was paved in colored flagstones. I took a map out of the glove compartment to see where I was, realized I was about 50 miles from where I was supposed to be and had 5 minutes to get there. Again, I woke up in a cold sweat, worried about what was going to happen to me.

Seems to me that legal drugs are not much different than illegal ones.