tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480219479562867021.post7693478733771884850..comments2009-12-13T20:40:45.633-05:00Chic and Charminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11828581990867130296noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480219479562867021.post-40477696797864158262009-12-13T15:29:29.423-05:002009-12-13T15:29:29.423-05:00i took ambien last year while having insomnia problems. i saw my water bottle beside my bed turn into a tiny chef, who was supervising the food for the tea party that my feet were having. my feet were dressed in adorable pink party dresses.SweetnSnarkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271074940163331934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480219479562867021.post-70061408492927494562009-11-26T10:06:58.586-05:002009-11-26T10:06:58.586-05:00What IS it with Ambien and tiny men? Hubby Noah isn&#39;t allowed to take it anymore after a really BAD trip on it involving, among other things, tiny men jousting with toothpicks along the ceiling moulding in our apartment..Micro230_Group1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634321952035363758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7480219479562867021.post-15132138582827532182009-11-19T08:27:45.365-05:002009-11-19T08:27:45.365-05:00True story...I took an Ambien several years ago. I called my husband in the middle of the night (he was working a night shift). I told him that I was in the hall because there were tiny men working on the quilt that was on our bed. They had long needles and thread and were repairing some areas that were torn(I remember this vividly). He said it was the Ambien and to go back to bed. He heard me knock on my bedroom door to tell them that I was coming back in and they needed to go away so I could get some sleep.<br />Ambien is freaky!Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171054999389018364noreply@blogger.com