Floating in the sky, clouds surrounding me. What is that? Rapidly approaching. Red like a flame, smooth movements through the air. Eyes so sharp, a tail whipping right behind it. A strong breeze I feel as it swiftly passes by, this dragon. And yet I stay still, floating.

The dragon is gone, as I await what else is to come. Trying to move elsewhere, I take a step forward and find myself slowly falling. Panic enveloping my whole being I finally decide to look down, only to find nothing but more of the sky. It is like a world just made of the sky.

Soon that thinking is forgotten as the clouds slowly appear much like a bubble. I feel the cool sensation of water against my skin. Ah! I try to swim to the surface, however it is the same as when I was in the sky. A world with nothing but water. No longer able to hold my breath, I gasp and find myself breathing. I open my eyes that I had not noticed I closed as I feel the ground beneath my feet.

Pushing back the water, I walk on the bottom of the sea, watching the darkness. Then the water was drained and I am now walking in an empty white room. This room seems familiar. As I try to remember when I had seen it, I see blood dripping, painting the walls red. And in a flash it is gone again. Leaving me in the room all alone.

An empty room. No doors. No windows. Just me, gasping for air. Oh, how this imagination could drive one crazy.