His dreams were rarely vivid. Voices were distorted, sounds were muffled, colours were dull and shadows were blurred; nothing was ever clear, nothing was ever memorable.
But, sometimes, a feverish vision would grip his resting mind in such a whirlwind of kaleidoscopic hysteria that everything would suddenly be sharpened into contrast. Dark figures running in and out of neon trees. A blindingly-blue sky fading to a bloodstained setting sun. Shrill screams from afar piercing the stifling hot air as he ran. Ran where? Was he running to a friend, or fleeing from a foe? A hand would grip his wrist and urge him to run quicker. He would try to run, he would try to catch up. He tried every time, and every time he failed. A gnarled black root would hook his exhausted legs, and he would fall, and the familiar grip around his arm would slip away before he crashed to the ground.
He always woke up at this part. He would find himself panting and almost gasping for air as he sat up, sweating dripping from his pounding forehead. The near-psychotic colours would still flash before his eyes even as he stared out to the darkness of the night around him. After a few minutes, however, exhaustion always overcame his senses, and he would drop back down onto his pillow in a deep sleep. The next morning, he would remember nothing.
Drew never remembered his dreams.
Author's note: Just because I've finished Love Beats Everything doesn't mean I've stopped writing! Apologies for the incredibly brief introduction, but I hope it grabbed your attention. Quick note, though: this is unrelated to Love Beats Everything. Similar characters and whatnot will be used, but it is in no way a sequel or prequel or anything like that. It is, however, going to be a multi-chapter fanfiction rather than my usual one-shots. First chapter will be up soon. Until then, cheerio!