I have the strangest dream.
In my dream I walk into a room dark as sin. I am alone and have no idea of its parameters or if there's any obstacles. I feel around the black space blindly. My anxiety is palpable. Finally my fingers graze an object and as I feel more of it I recognize that it's a chair. I take a seat, palms on my knees, and take a deep breath. The room is so dark I feel like it will stain my skin like ink.
Time passes—as time always does—and from my periphery I notice a small white light drifting around like a firefly. It moves seemingly aimlessly as if caught in an imperceptible zephyr. I follow it with my eyes, mesmerized, and remain still as it drifts and hovers in front of my face. Gingerly it taps my nose then flies back a few feet. The light grows into a large white
