Re: Help please!

["Robert W. Reinke" <m1rwr00@xxxxxxx>]

I feel that I owe my life to Clozaril.  Approx. 2 yrs ago my life consisted
of moving from one bout of dyskensia to the next.  Usually I'd have a family
member sitting on my chest so that I wouldn't hurt myself thrashing -- one
night while we were driving home I kicked the windshield out. My only respot
was sleeping.   But, even with enough sleeping pills to stop a mule. I only
slept about an hour every night.

So, in December of '94 they put me on Clozaril.  The weekly blood tests were
a hassle but the results were great.  One warning though,  for the first and
only time in my life, my  dreams became a major force in my life.
Every morning my kids would gather around my bed and wake me up to hear
the latest dream.  My wife had a helluva time getting the kids to bed
because I would begin talking in m          ysleepat1a.m.They'dallstandoutin
the hallway to listen to me yelling.  They weren't bad dreams, some of them
were quite entertaining.  One night I wrote a song in a dream, and I woke
up the next morning singing it (upon fully waking up, I discovered my wife
in bed next to me laughing her head off.