Dreams and Other Shtuff

About 3 weeks ago, I began taking antidepressants. Aside from the delightful, primary benefit of a stable mood, I've also noticed another side-effect. For the vast duration of my life, I'v either not had dreams or not remembered them. Since beginning these antidepressants, I have had incredibly vivid, lucid dreams.

For those who aren't aware of what lucid dreaming is, a lucid dream is a dream where you become aware that you are dreaming and become capable of controlling it. There are multiple techniques for attaining the ability to do this at will ( feel free to check out Lucidipedia for info on mastering this skill). I've always been interested in being able to do it, but no matter how hard I tried, I could never quite get it perfect. Although the drugs have granted me some level of lucidity, it isn't perfect, and it takes me a few hours to figure it out.

Last night, I had a rather interesting dream. I was in a building that was some odd amalgamation of every school I have ever gone to. I was-- sliding around on my ass, apparently ignoring friction, cause you know... dream logic. It seemed like I was just wandering aimlessly, without motivation, for hours. I then remembered that I attend none of these schools, any longer. It was at this point that I realized I was dreaming and took control.

I-- can't mention what happened next, because it's just... well, I'm a pervert. I think that is sufficient explanation. But AFTER that, I got in a sword fight with the alien from Predator. I, as the kids say, "pwned him liek a n00b".

Pretty sweet dream, eh? Jealous much? I kid, I kid.

Sorry that this entry lack that certain lexical "je ne sais quoi" of my last post. I've been a bit-- off since yesterday, when I lost a dear friend, due to my own incompetence.

On a lighter note, I leave you with this hilarious mashup (nsfw audio):