Dream 1

 I was standing in a tunnel of sorts, something wrought of iron and concrete with buzzing fluorescents overhead. A humming surrounded, and as I walked forward my footsteps were amplified, seemingly away from me only to bounce back again. My eyes lingered over the tile floor, dense and brown as tilled soil. Cracks littered the porcelain, the grout was flaking away and a square here and there was mysteriously absent. The tile took a strange shade as it ran further ahead, the bulbs washing it sickly green-blue and warping the color to something more like old moss than the deep chocolate I saw under my bare feet. And indeed my feet were bare, and yellow and much too small. Dirt stained my toes and the tops of my feet. My pants were torn and fraying along the hem.

I walked along; inspecting my surroundings as I headed toward something- what that something was, I couldn’t say. A breeze kicked in as I passed an outrageously long steel vent to my left and I began to shiver, my fingers numbing to the tips. Hastily, I twisted and rubbed the digits to spark a slight amount of blood flow. My hands were yellow as well, and like my feet seemed much too small. I stared straight ahead, licking my lips as I continued on. The light changed, fading into a kind of pulsing red that made my stomach turn as I watched the light shift and change against the plastered concrete. I reached out to the wall, testing its tangibility against my fingers. I continued to run my hand along as I padded down the now winding corridor. Red light was engulfing me, but I felt a warm glow settle in. I began humming to myself, broken stings of melodies hardly remembered from whatever childhood songs had taught me to wash my hands, pray, and hold my spoon correctly.