Before me was a wireframe pyramid spinning around its center. Soft-hued patches and panels peeled off from the pyramid, floated like birds of prey in the air, and came to land on the pyramid again, docking, merging with the pyramid. The pyramid sent out harmonious, bell-like ringing tones in three octaves. Before the pyramid appeared the ghost image of a woman’s face, floating serenely before me. Her head was translucent, and the warm yellow light glinted off the bare orbs of her eyeballs and her soft brain tissue.
She spoke. “There is no cause for alarm. The dreams you are now experiencing are due to the TheraFlu cold medication you took earlier tonight. Simply proceed into your normal post-REM sleep cycle as usual.”
I fell asleep.
