The dreams in which I’m dying.
When I was a little kid, I remember learning—to my surprise, and something very much like repulsion—that some people actually dream mostly in black and white. Not only were these people’s dreams devoid of top-shelf sensations like motion, pleasure, texture, taste, smell, proprioception, and so forth, but they basically had no color. I instinctively loathed and distrusted the very…
