I dreamt of a city once, it was colored dark blue and black. I was in a high rise building looking at the metropolis below, glimmering with yellow lights. I can only imagine how it would feel to jump off and let gravity take its toll. But as I leaned further and further, ready to fall, the fear of death as well as something else pull me back.

What happened instead was that as I fell on the floor after being pulled, I scurried back to my feet and turned around to see for myself, a door -- that was partially openeed as if to invite me to take a look. Naturally, I did and what awaited me was an even darker hallway which was lit by just 3 or so lights at each side. I felt afraid then because I've always hated unlit hallways. It's just one long path to dead ends and you never quite see what's at end until you do and when you walk down the hall, you never know when the doors to your side will suddenly open to drag you in.

Then you were there smiling at me, hands crossed behind you. You looked so beautiful, I wanted to run to you but I find myself unable to move. An odd feeling starts to sink into me; uncertainty, fear and anxiety? It felt like that but... didn't. I start to think that it was a dream then you came to me, whispered in my ear that, "Indeed, you're dreaming", then you smile again, made my heart melt and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I felt warm; warmer than I have ever felt. I feel the blood rush to my face as I begin to blush, and you just smiled at me.

I didn't know why I did, what I did then but I found the nearest door and went in. I left you in the hallway and hid myself. All I could think of was how to calm myself down again. I felt warm and uncomfortable, awfully so. I opened a window in the room to cool myself off; feel myself numbing again, blocking the feelings surging in my veins. As I sat in the room there alone, I twiddle my fingers and then find myself drawing doodles on the walls, only to find myself drawing doors; tens, hundreds and eventually thousands of doors in the room I was in.

Which to take? I didn't know. They were doodles on the walls after all. The pen runs out of ink and I sat back, exhausted unable to choose. They were just drawings but why did I have to choose then... Finally, I arrived at an answer....

I woke up