Greg awoke in a twilight daze, floating in the dark, surrounded by a thick fluid. He felt his skin was being pulled every which way, as if in perfect equilibrium: unmoved. He had never had such vivid dreams before... he had never been lucid enough to know he was dreaming.
He could feel every fiber of his being unraveling itself slowly, dissolving away, leaving his essence out in the open, but protected by rounded walls. Was this an egg?
He could see faint lights beyond the boundary of his container, and he realized, that his eyes could still see. He felt the walls of his cell, and realized that his hands could still feel, but they were lost... everything was lost in solution. Were these surroundings a part of him, or were there others inside?