Malerone Dreams #5

When traveling in Asia, in countries considered a ‘high risk’ of contracting Malaria, I chose to take Malerone anti-malarial tablets, opposed to the alternative option Doxycycline.  

Malerone is known to have little or no side effects for most users, unlike Doxycycline.  However, one possible side effect listed  on the leaflet inside my box of Malerone read  “strange, vivid dreams.”

I did not begin to experience this particular side effect until a month or two after taking Malerone and here are a couple of the dreams I experienced…

The last in my mini-series of Malerone Dreams (sorry I can’t remember them all!) and this one is probably every girls nightmare – the one where I encountered the ex and his new girlfriend.  Yuck, enough to make you want to become a human hermit for the rest of your life.

What makes me want to include this dream is how utterly bizarre it was, and felt.

Within the dream, I was wondering down a high street, peering into windows and generally not paying too much attention.  Until there was a tap on my shoulder.  It was him.

Left speechless as to why he would ever try to communicate to me again after all the heartbreak and crap-hitting-the-fan he’d caused, I just stood there like a lemon, whilst he blabbered on about how sorry he was to hurt me and couldn’t wish for anything more other than to be friends again.

Around then, I came out of my temporary shell-shock state to proceed on walking away, and fast, from him.  I could hear and feel him (excessively tapping on my shoulder yet again) behind me, vomiting all that verbal garbage he was before – he hadn’t stopped!

“Please, even [insert girl’s name here] wants to be friends with you!”  WHAT.  THE. ACTUAL.  FUDGE!?  As soon as he mentioned her name there she was, right in front of me, grinning and nodding like one of those awful nodding dogs people put in the back of their car to forever stare patronisingly at the poor drivers behind them.  I halted in my steps.  They were blocking both directions of escape.  Help!

“Yes, me and [insert ex’s name here] have spoken a lot about it and I really want to become friends.”

I wasn’t scared or hurt, my mind was just completely blown in trying to comprehend how people have become so weird and lost all sense of social and moral decency.  No I don’t want to be friends!!!  I might have shouted, as the current girlfriend tried to grab and hold my hand but I managed to bustle my way away, far far away, from the two freaks.

A strange dream indeed and not the norm for me, who, firstly, has never experienced these two people together in real life or secondly, in any other dream before.  They’re not in my thoughts so that was it – I put it down to the Malerone and it’s cruel gut-wrenching side effects of making you dream of losing legs, throwing up octopus and having your ex’s current girlfriend plead for you both to become the best of friends.  No more Malerone for me and I was glad.

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Malerone Dreams #4

When traveling in Asia, in countries considered a ‘high risk’ of contracting Malaria, I chose to take Malerone anti-malarial tablets, opposed to the alternative option Doxycycline.  

Malerone is known to have little or no side effects for most users, unlike Doxycycline.  However, one possible side effect listed  on the leaflet inside my box of Malerone read  “strange, vivid dreams.”

I did not begin to experience this particular side effect until a month or two after taking Malerone and here are a couple of the dreams I experienced…

I was welcomed into my boyfriend’s house I’d never visited before and being the marble mansion it was in my dream; chandeliers had been dunked in gold and ceiling-height mirrors draped from the walls and huge hollow vases covered table tops excessively.  Needless to say; I was quite nervous.

I’m not sure why though because I didn’t meet his parents in the dream and all I really remember was sitting upstairs, in one of the very Versace-esque bedrooms, and feeling quite sick.

My throat seemed to be full of water and it quickly dawned on me I could not hold it in any longer.  Me, vomiting all over the cold stone lavish floor would soon become a reality.  Oh God.

And it came up slimy, slowly, thick and black.  I had to hunch over on all fours and heave to get out whatever was inside my throat.

A long, black, sticky tentacle oozed out of my mouth between my retching, alongside another, moving slowly out of my esophagus, through my throat, rubbing on my teeth and tongue.  The tentacle squidged when it hit the floor but other tentacles were still coming up.  It was like eating a slug backwards.

At which point I must have been so grossed out, so disgusted, that my own conscience couldn’t take it no more – and so I woke up.  This was the worst dream I had whilst taking Malerone and when I realised it was in fact an octopus I was trying to puke out of me I had to wake up my boyfriend too, to gross him out about the details of my dream.  Sorry David!

I was looking forward to coming off Malerone after this one..


Malerone Dreams #3

When traveling in Asia, in countries considered a ‘high risk’ of contracting Malaria, I chose to take Malerone anti-malarial tablets, opposed to the alternative option Doxycycline.  

Malerone is known to have little or no side effects for most users, unlike Doxycycline.  However, one possible side effect listed  on the leaflet inside my box of Malerone read  “strange, vivid dreams.”

I did not begin to experience this particular side effect until a month or two after taking Malerone and here are a couple of the dreams I experienced…

The next dream in this series becomes far more gruesome at a much faster rate than the previous two.

I was on the back of a big, fast red motorbike being driven by my cousin.  We were cruising and turning corners on a gorgeously scenic road on an edge of a cliff, as if being filmed for the next mission impossible movie, living the American dream, until, inevitably, it all went wrong.

There was a crash with another vehicle, an ambulance truck ironically, which sent my cousin and I sliding across the road whilst still on the motorbike.

Motorbike crashes, in reality or in dreams, are scary enough and that’s without coming dangerously close to being hurtled off the edge of the cliff, but when the skidding finally stopped I looked over my body to check I was alright…to be hit with an unbearable shock which pulled me heavily deep into ground, tearing through my heart and my stomach.

Too horrified to cry and too traumatised to speak, when I looked down what I saw is that I had lost my leg.

Totally and utterly aghast, I looked round at the crash site where the ambulance van was on its side too and spotted my leg in the middle of the road, having been somehow severed in the accident.

My over leg was trapped underneath the motorbike and I couldn’t scramble away from it, forcing me to realise my cousin’s body, unmoving, dead.

I felt an overwhelming urge right there and then to commit suicide, as I wished I was also dead and to not have to live the rest of my life within a wheelchair.

The last moments of my dream I remember was feeling the paramedics grabbing my arms to try and pull me out, but this chaos blurred around me and my body fell limp in their grips as I continued to just stare down at my missing leg, stunned and paralyzed.  Wishing to die.


Malerone Dreams #2

When traveling in Asia, in countries considered a ‘high risk’ of contracting Malaria, I chose to take Malerone anti-malarial tablets, opposed to the alternative option Doxycycline.  

Malerone is known to have little or no side effects for most users, unlike Doxycycline.  However, one possible side effect listed  on the leaflet inside my box of Malerone read  “strange, vivid dreams.”

I did not begin to experience this particular side effect until a month or two after taking Malerone and here are a couple of the dreams I experienced…

The next dream I had was set again underwater, although this time I couldn’t breath or walk underwater like the previous.  This time I was in the whole scuba get-up alongside my mum.

I was with my mum because we had been given a mission to accomplish together – and that was to exterminate anyone infected with a disease.

Sounds quite futuristic and it was!  We were given a gun and disease scanner all-in-one device where we could scan any human being, like a X-ray, to find out what disease they were carrying to then be able to shoot them.

However, you’d be wrong in thinking the diseases we were scanning for were like something out of resident evil or 28 days later, no, they were just real-life diseases anyone can develop in everyday life.  For example, cancer.  I remember killing a lot of sea folk with cancer, my bad.

And when we’d shoot any disease carriers it wasn’t a laser beam which just zapped them away to never be seen again!  Oh no – it was a laser beam which set them on fire, before they shattered and dispersed into a million grains of ash, floating out into the sea.

It was as if our mission setters didn’t care about individual survival rates but believed instead any disease would no doubt be contagious to other ‘clean’ humans and so, everyone with one, must be killed.

It was quite horrific seeing their last expressions and hearing their deathly screams too, so it wasn’t as fun as what it may sound.

But that’s all what I can remember from this dream, three more of this series to come… and they get worse.


Malerone Dreams #1

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When traveling in Asia, in countries considered a ‘high risk’ of contracting Malaria, I chose to take Malerone anti-malarial tablets, opposed to the alternative option Doxycycline.  

Malerone is known to have little or no side effects for most users, unlike Doxycycline.  However, one possible side effect listed  on the leaflet inside my box of Malerone read  “strange, vivid dreams.”

 I did not begin to experience this particular side effect until a month or two after taking Malerone and here are a couple of the dreams I experienced…

The dream which was the shotgun blast of realisation my dreams were becoming very weird was one where I was back in secondary school.  Except it wasn’t my secondary school as I know it physically; Herne Bay High School, on Bullockstone Road in Herne Bay, Kent; no, it was underwater, in fact everything was underwater in my dream, even my house.  Think the Snorks, except everyone was still human and breathing didn’t seem to be a problem.

It also wasn’t as happy and bubbly as life was in the Snorks either.  Hannah, a girl I knew from school, but rarely hung around with, and I had found ourselves in a pretty big predicament – we had murdered our history teacher.

I have a vague memory from the dream of us doing it too, it was me and her and I think we suffocated him to death.  Hannah was delighted we had killed him and went on with her life with a spring in her step, whereas I began to feel the guilt in one big and heavy stomp down on me and which seemed to burn through my whole body, right down to my bones.  I couldn’t hack it, I was going to squeal – that’s when Hannah started to threaten me, telling me this is a secret we must keep our whole lifes, to the grave and if she finds out I’ve told anyone (my mum or the police) she’d knock me off too.

The most vivid part of this dream was that feeling of guilt that weighed down on me so strong.  But my dreams would only start to get weirder from here…