I swore I heard the beginning of a scream, one born out of sheer horror. But, it died before ever fully forming and the lights came back on, greeting me with emptiness. They were gone and I never saw them again.
Sometimes in these dreams, the clouds parted and an anemic beam of moonlight cut a thin sliver of pale light through the horizon. Against it, thrice I saw a man suspended in mid-air. Too dark to make any detail all I saw was his silhouette, simply… walking across the sky.
