Dreaming With Diphenhydramine

I started having a few strange dreams that coincide with trying diphenhydramine as a sleep aid. It’s supposed to be non-habit forming antihistamine with sedative properties. It’s essentially Benadryl but I bought the Equate brand. I read that “the drug has a strong hypnotic effect” so this may contribute to the dream state I’ve experienced.
I am only taking 25 mg half doses and I have no desire to use it for any other reason.

The dreams are interesting though.

Last night I had several micro dreams. I’m at loss for all the details but I recall the feelings surrounding. I will briefly share a few of the details that I remember.

Blake, who is an old friend, joined me at a church before service and there was skateboarding on the pews. There was a random girl inside a room with a glass door.
It seemed my maternal grandfather was driving my paternal grandmother and I in a van during a light winter storm. I inquired of his faith and whether he was still agnostic. I started to share my new born faith but we were interrupted by something. He got out of the van and walked to a lit doorway.
I was driving a monster truck around town. It was loud, obnoxious, and every bit a legitimate monster truck. I was in a slightly familiar place with streets that I had seen before. Megan, my former wife, met me at a cafe or someplace. We were like old friends catching up after years of separation. Our son was not there but he was a highlight of our conversation. I felt anxious and wanted to share more than what time offered. I remember that I left the keys to the truck in the ignition and had a concern it would be stolen but kept telling myself otherwise. I wanted to show her the truck and take her for a spin but when we walked toward where it was parked it wasn’t there. We walked through a park and smiled and laughed and shared current and past memories. She had to leave and I was left with the monster truck and an empty passenger seat. The whole experience was reminiscent of how all love affairs begin. Later, reflecting on this was reminiscent of how all love affairs end.

This isn’t the whole account, just what I remember most vividly.

Wake up, you’re gettin’ high on your own supply
Oh, baby, you’re still alive when you could’ve died, oh
The world is not around because of you
You know I’m not around because of you

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/p/phantogram/