" In the first dream since my mind could shut off and let me sleep, I died surrounded by fire. It was vividly real until my opens opened.

I felt it like a caterpillar across my exposed skin crawling ever higher. It left its trail of red marks but it left no pain, only warmth. Before I noticed it, more began crawling across my body following the familiar path. I was covered in a blanket of fire that left only warmth till the lights went out and I awoke in a sweat. I could taste the smoke I inhaled still."

" Yet once more I reached for sleep wanting to shut off my mind. It was the only place that...