With a deep sigh, the young man layed back on his bedding and just stared at the ceiling.. Too hot to sleep. Damn.. And wide awake too. Turbulent thoughts and emotions kept bubbling through Shahn's mind as he laid there, staring at the ceiling.. The ever present drone of his computer, always left running, seemed louder than usual.. And the dark room, illuminated only by the digital readout of his alarm clock and the flickering LEDs on the PC and DSL router, seemed.. brighter. More vivid.
That was another thing about his dream. Everything had been.. tinted differently. Colors seemed off.. like a TV not quite set right. Of course, Shahn was only able to recall bits and pieces. Images and sensations. But it was powerful.. and alluring..