The fact that the school nurse thought that the treatment for atropine poisoning was an injection of ketamine directly into the nose (the nose!? Why the nose!?) probably didn't help that bit.
The really odd thing about this was that for the rest of the night, whenever the dream would get disjointed (as is the nature of dreams) I'd think "Crap! It's the nightshade--I'm having blackouts! I need to get to a hospital!" Which is the first time I can remember my brain really tracking the non-sequential dream sequences and providing a clear, if alarming explanation.
Very weird. Also there was a long bit where I was working in a silkscreen shop, which just makes me think that crap, I really wanna take up silk screening.