A few years ago I had a wakeupinthemorningwithacoldsweat dream, terrified. I was staring at m thigh in an otherwise monochrome version of my room, and I watched my flesh rash over, like there was fire I couldn't see burning it apart and eating away at my skin like paper, folding it and coloring it the same way. And when the redness spread that far till I could see inside my leg, as if it was a paper crate, there was nothing inside but dust. For some reason I started freaking out; I dug through the dust and was breaking apart, freaking out, 'cause I was thinking "where's my bones" and there was nothing there just dust, dust, dust... This being the point where I woke up in the aforemen sweaty state :/
