Prologue
I've been having strange dreams lately. I'm not sure if they could be called dreams, but all I knew was that they came to me in my sleep. Bright splashes of color dominated them, but the feelings were overwhelming also. Most prominent of these emotions was fear. It was the kind of fear that clutches your heart and freezes you in shock.
This fear would become exaggerated in my sleep. I felt like something was chasing me, something terribly dangerous. I would be racing to save something precious, but I would never know what that something was. Colors would fly by, distorted faces and eyes that would stare at me solemnly as I stumbled along. Oddly enough, I always woke from these dreams rather peacefully—slowly opening my eyes with a hint of a smile on my lips. I was still scared though.
Then one morning, as I opened my eyes slowly from another frightening dream, I had a strange nagging feeling of familiarity. There had been something different about that dream. It was as if a veil had been lifted and something important had been made clear to me. If only I knew what though.
