My Dream

As i tip-toe around the dark corridor, i place my hand on the banister. it crumbles and withers away in my hand like ash in the wind. i look down at my feet, i cant see them, the house is so dark it is asif all light has been sucked out of it and replaced with dark matter.I stand still, silent. Waiting. Waiting for any kind of noise at all. There is none. my senses deprived of any normailty, my brain starved of any information. but then, in the distance, an exqisite flood of colour, in the shape of a door. I treaded carefully over to the source of the sensory overload. As i move closer to the door, the colours flow around in a pattern, distinct colours shoot out at me. I walk through the colour waterfall, its cold, sends icy shviers down my spine. A load screaming in my right ear pierces my eardrum. but then i awake, lied in a cold sweat in my bed. Back in the safety of the human world, away from the terrors of my dreams.