Had a dream last night that I was eating in a diner with my boyfriend. The diner was named The Dirty Flamingo (don't ask, nobody really should). One of the dishes was made up entirely of plastic jewelry, which I began breaking apart and flicking around the diner out of boredom.

Towards the end of this understandably boring dream, the owner and his wife (both in their 60s, I assume) suddenly turn on me. The owner has a syringe with a severely long needle, and it's nearly entirely full with this dark yellow fluid. He grabs me and struggles to stick me. I fight with him pretty well, but I really become exhausted and tell myself to just let it happen. I tell myself that it won't hurt, it never does.
He sticks me, and I fall asleep and wake up.

When I wake up, I start recounting all the dreams I've had where I'm being chased and stuck with sedatives. I have more dreams of being stuck with sedatives than being shot, stabbed, etc. And the feeling is always that 'it's in my best interest', but I know that they're just going to do less than agreeable things to me when I'm out.

What's the deal? You guys getting stuck with sedatives too? I know I'm not the only one.