Thanks for sharing your experiences, Katie. Sounds like you really went through hell! Makes me feel almost lucky concerning the Cymbalta withdrawals I'm dealing with right now. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Mom is off the Baclofen now, but we're going through new challenges that anyone with aged loved ones can imagine.

Speaking of dreams, during my Cymbalta withdrawal, I've been having some really epic dreams every night, and by epic, I mean cast of thousands, breathtaking sets, Cecil B. DeMille spectacles. Last night's was more of a theme-park techno-attraction, though. It employed 3-D screens, holographs, and live actors in a huge building with a kabillion rooms that you went through in a self-directed, interactive tour. It had the flavor of Alice in Wonderland meets Sweeny Todd (I'm suspecting a Johnny Depp glitch in the software), so it was whimsically sinister in that 19th-century British way. I woke up and said "wow, if I were willing to $%& my brain with more drugs, I might be rich by now!"

Thanks, cy and mrsD. You both educate me all the time with your info and insights.