I had this kind of demi-dream last night.

        I was only half asleep..you know the condition. In it I was going through a tunnel of construction paper. Let me be more specific...it was as if you cut a square into the middle of hundreds of pieces of construction paper (all black and shades of grey) and then layered them each a few feet apart and twisted them so that there was a perfect circle in the middle. I hope you're following. Anyway I was...flying forwards through this tunnel of paper. However when I got to the end I fell....not down...I fell forward which had somehow turned into down. I landed on the sandy ground of some riverbank. Keep in mind that everything in this dream is in black and white. I don't usually dream in black and white. Also, I got the feeling that I, myself wasn't in black and white but I couldn't see myself. I just know. Anyway...The water of this grey river is also made of construction paper. I want to get across. I don't see any boats. I try to see if maybe theres enough paper that I could walk on it, but my foot punches a hole in the smooth waves and I start to fall through. I get really desperate to get out, because in my head I see what would happen if I sunk in deeper. You slip through the paper further and further (except now its tissue paper) and try to cling against the sandy sides of the bank as you go down, but they're steep and you sink anyway. It gets hotter and hotter as you get down and you can't even be saved by death down there because, as you may or may not have guessed already...I'm in the land of the dead. You just lay, stifled and suffocating on the bottom of the river-bed, unable to climb up through the paper, barely able to see or breath (but dry at least).

        Back to "reality", I kept grabbing at more of the paper skin of water, and nearly didn't make it. Somehow though, I managed to pull myself towards land faster then I fell. I climb back up the sandy bank and dust myself off. I turn back around to face the river and there is an old man (still black and white) who I believe to also be made of construction paper, like a bad childrens book. He has white hair and pale grey skin, with darker grey rags for clothes. He's sitting in this oragami canoe. I ask if he will take me across the river but he doesn't say anything...just stares at me. I understand that I should just get in the damn boat, and I do. I sit behind the grotesque boatman, and even though he seemed to have white skin from the front, from the back its black. I don't mean black as in "African American" I mean black as in pitch black. He rows with a needle for an oar, using it to pierce the paper and push our way across. Every once in awhile his head turns around...and by this I mean that while he is facing forwards with his back towards me, his head turns on his black neck 180 degrees (almost like the Excorsist) and smiles a grotesque gaping smile at me. I wish I could run, but we're out in the middle of the river, so I'm stuck. I see these big, black mountains looming ahead of us in (heres the first bit and last bit of color in the entire dream) a dark, smokey blue sky. I think I reach the other side...but then my dream ended.