Curiosity had overcome her- no, me- as I arrived in a dark void. I'd never had a dream like that. I liked it, though. No noise or light, and it was cold. It was paradise. Until the void started flashing white, hurting my eyes. It warmed up significantly and loud crashing and yelling noises echoed through my head. I yelled back at it, hoping it would stop. I keep responding in angry screams as it got louder with my eyes shut tight. I don't know what this is. I hate it. It's torture. I've been find since I've come back from Shadowclan, so why now? What am I doing physically? I've never cared about it before, but I'm trying to get my mind off the noise, heat, and light. It was failing. I hum a monotonous note instead. The noise dies gradually as a cool breeze passes through. The light seems to dim until there's nothing good. I can't tell if this is a thing specific to this dream or not, but I best try it next time I have a nap.

THE FOG RETURNS.