Review Summary: Only a matter of freedom in the morning.
Flying colours were the first thing I saw, and they had sound. Sound like sprawling electronic sounds. I was wondering where I was, but then the colors started to fade.
It felt weird. All these weird bleepy noises came in, and this guy sang in this weird, unfitting melody. It was hurting, but it was kinda catchy. All my eyes could see was a sleeping girl, but something was off. Way off. She seemed more dead than asleep. The colours of the room were off-putting as well. But suddenly, it went to black again.
I woke up screaming. Or was I still sleeping? It seemed like there were people in my room, but they were singing backwards. And it was weirdly ear-grabbing. Then, one person came forth and begin to sing alone, he was calming, but I was scared. What was going on? Who were these people?
The colors changed again, and all the people were gone. That doesn't mean that the atmosphere turned more pleasant. The one person singing was still there, and he was begging me to keep a name alive. I didn't understand. Everything seemed to fade into a dissonant mess. I was too scared to ask questions.
But then something happened, the pictures changed. I was just made into an ex by my former girlfriend. I remembered who I was, the weird R'n'B-vibes from back then came into my ear, and the atmosphere seemed to lighten. Maybe this was my turn to wake up completely. The darkness around me was intensifying.
Then I heard the voice of my roommate, still singing his stupid song. And the darkness began to rumble. It was clearly thrown off by something. Colors came back in, everything was vibrating. And it build on itself, everything was getting more intense. And suddenly, I felt light. Light upon my face. I was finally going to...
I woke up sweating. It was stormy outside. But it was morning. I knew what I had to do. But still, my head picked up some leftover noises from my nightmare.
