Do side effects include?

I started taking this new medicine; I won't go into details of what the medicine is, because it's irrelevant (kinda), but I will say that it affects your brain. Now, generally, I noticed that it made me mouth dry, and I slept better at night, and felt a little loopy when I first woke up, but generally nothing serious. But I've noticed one other interesting thing that has happened since I started said medication: I have weird dreams, I remember them, and there are minor (and maybe not so minor, but not so major) celebrities involved. I remember three (I just started the medicine a week ago, these are the past three nights, or maybe two nights, I think I had two different dreams last night, also irrelevant):

First:
I was hanging out with my mom and Karessa from work. This is weird, because I've hung out with my mom before, but not generally at a Mexican place (as we were) and I never hang out with Karessa outside of work. Nothing against her, but out social outings rarely overlap. But yes, we were hanging out, sipping sodas and having a good time. Then our good friend-- the our being a collective of myself, my mother, and Karessa-- Rainn Wilson, shows up. This may have to do with the fact that I love the Office a whole bunch, and that I watch it a lot, but probably not, based on the other "celebs" that involved in the dreams. Rainn orders us a big plate of burritos (like, big ones, Chipotle style) and I talk about that day that we bought burritos from Chipotle on that Sunday in the summer at work (haha, one breath) using the money out of a pay out that Jen did for lunch. In the dream this was a captivating story, even though, there isn't much more to the story in real life.
It's weird that I told a story, in a dream, to Rainn Wilson of a really not so exciting time at the Beanery. (Speak of the bean, and dreams, if I have time, some other dream I had once was where the Beanery was not only a real place, but also a sitcom, and it had a really successful first season, but Dave was too unpredictable so they replaced Dave Clark with David Spade...because they look so much a like..and all.. but I digress--) Anyway, because Karessa was there (but my mom wasn't anymore, she disappeared) in the dream, at the table with us, but had not been at work on said Chipotle day, she started to cry. The kind Rainn who had just been telling us about how he wants to be a classic actor ala Cary Grant moments before turned into full on Dwight Shrute (I think his clothes magically changed too, from the GAP ad clothes, to mustard short sleeved glory) and started to yell at Karessa for crying. This is when Zach Braff showed up and drove away with Karessa in his crappy old car. And I was left alone, with Dwight eating burritos.

Second Dream:
I was at a party, with my mom and my sister and my grandma. It was at a little house that looked like a gingerbread house, but it also was connected to a building that looked like a big warehouse, or the big buildings that house indoor roller coasters. And the party was absolutely packed. We were all waiting for something. Something big. And while there were hundreds and hundreds (somehow) of people crammed in this teeny little gingerbread looking house, there were double doors that led out to the warehouse part, where there was a stage and a bunch of trapeeze. And we were all waiting for Joel McHale to do his magic show/daredevil routine. My mom was really excited, and my sister was just there having no emotion, which is weird for her (but, duh, like being in a lifesize gingerbread house waiting for Joel McHale off the Soup to perform a magic show isn't) and I was just hoping I'd get to meet Joel.
Then this boy rolled in the door in a wheelchair and everyone clapped. And I said "Oh look, he has pulsy." and my mom started to cry and talked about how Macauly Culkin's brother (who doesn't exist) Muhlayley(?) had just died of Pulsy. Which is weird, and I suppose some sort of weird connection to the movie the Mighty, staring his real brother Kieren, where he plays a boy with some dilapitating disease.
Then Joel never showed, but in his place was Zach Braff (reappearing) and he tried to tell everyone that his show would be better than Joel's couldever be which was why Joel was fired.
But I just went outside and was sad about the dead Culkin brother.

Third Dream:
In this dream I was in a play. I don't know what the play was about, but it was a really really really big deal. And there was a lot of preparation that went into this play, and lots of costumes and blah blah blah. We were really really good, and the cast included (not famous people, not yet, people I actually know) Myself, Henrie Wilson, Kaytee Calhoun, Brian Ensminger, Lizzy Franks, Stephen Montgomery, Fred Jayne, and Alex Christman. And the majority of us were really really excited and the show was going to be playing at Playhouse in the Park, and it was advirtised everywhere, and I was so excited that I couldn't stand it, and the night before the play, Brian decided that he would rather go see a concert in Oregon than be in the play. And he had the lead role (whatever it was) and I was so mad. No one else was really mad, but I was super mad. And it was going to be my big shot at being an actor or something, and it was ruined and no one was willing to go on without Brian so slowly everyone else quit. Except me, Kaytee and Alex. And then it didn't matter, and they didn't even show up on opening night. So I ran away...to Indiana. And I was sad and hanging out in a diner. I was crying and drinking soda and eating burritos (I've been dreaming about burritos) and who came to comfort me? Oh, just Mike Nesmith circa 1965. And he said, that he would marry me and we could have a family in California and everyone would love me in Hollywood if I never said anything about the Monkees ever, and when Davy and Peter and Mickey came over for their monthly "Monkee Meeting" that I went out shopping.
So I agreed. Because Mike was cute in 65.


And that's why I'm curious about the medicine's affect on my brain during sleep.
Because sure, I can sleep better, but the crazy things that I'm realizing my head is thinking about while sleep are a little nutty.
And funny. Yeah, mostly just really really funny.