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I have started taking Prozac for anxiety, for the first week I did not dream at all- but the effects of the meds were so amazing and life changing that I struggled with the idea that maybe I would not dream anymore. Same night I had a lucid dream. It started out as a non lucid, I was watching after someone is bird, who kept getting out of my hands and running away, sqeezing into places and I was consantly looking for this bird. Finally I got sick of chasing him and said to myself I am dreaming I could do anything I want why chase a bird? To do a RC I stuck my finger through my palm and when it went through, I thought of a question I would ask the designers (of my dream). At the same time the idea of the color green or the representation of it kept bombarding me over and over agian. First I noticed that some of the senses were duller than normal, the air smelled stale, the colors wern't as vivid as they should have been and things wern't sharp. I wondered if it had something to do with the Prozac I was taking. However, I realized the opportunity should not be wasted and began shouting at the sky "What is the signifigance of Green?" "Why did you pick green?" Why do you keep sending me green?" "What is the signifigance of green?" I yelled until I was begining to get irritated. When ever I attempt this quest no one answers. I thought that of course no one was going to answer agian and I stopped yelling and turned around where I practically feel over someone standing in back of me. I did not know they were there, it was a complete suprise! I appoligized for tripping over him/her/it (it did not seem to have a predominate sex) and it just laughed at me and said that it was okay. Then I asked what are doing here? and it replied "I came to tell why the green is here." I was so exited to get an answer I said "oh yes please tell me what is the signifigance of green?" It laughed agian and said " it is here because I wanted it to be" as if to say it was designed by this being this way to be asthetically pleasing to it. I said ..."Oh, ( A little let down by the casualness of the conversation) I began to feel a certian sense of fear towards the being. I ask if it was evil and it shook it is head and said "No I do not think so" with a smile, I persisted and said that it felt evil or scary and it agian stated "No, I am not either, I do not think". It did not morph or change to meet my expectation that it was evil it continued to be calm and smiling. Then I woke up.