I don't normally dream in color. Yet, every so often, dark visions come to me while I sleep, interrupting my normal monochromatic dreams with vivid colors and frantic emotions. Tonight was no different. The beginning was a hazy normal grey of meaningless dreams, only to shift into the dreaded rush of sensations right before the colors come.
My sleep-self runs down a narrow hall full of twists and turns, all pale skin and pale blond rippling hair, like a glowing comet streaking through the oppressive darkness. Patches of skin on my arms and shoulders sting and burn from the top layers of skin being scrapped off by the rough textures