Barclay was running through the halls of the Enterprise, or at least, what appeared to be the Enterprise. Even as he ran, the walls twisted and darkened. He heard all of his old nightmares, wrapped up into one. Then new voices came. Voices he somehow knew to be of the Q spoke.
"He's condemned us all!" One shouted.
"He will be punished!"
"Destroyed!" Many said.
"He must be tortured as we were! Kill him!" Another said triumphantly, earning many cheers from his darkened comrades.
Barclay gasped as dark, shadowy hands closed around him, drawing him through the ship's hull, hurling him into space.
And he died….
… Only to wake up on the bed, panting, a cold sweat dripping down the back of his shirt. He gasped once at the darkness, imagining it closing around him. He scrambled up, running to the light switch. He flipped the switch, bathing the room in light. Nice, artificial, heavenly, light. The disgusting, heavy blue overtones neither added nor took away from his joy at being awake.
After a few more ragged breaths, Barclay managed to calm down. He felt his nightmare slipping away, and after a brief consideration, let it slip from his memory.
He sighed, slumping to the floor, and after many minutes of shivering, he fell asleep, this time with the light all around him.