Recurring dreams in tones of red and greyscale. They usually focus on a dominating treeline, and a location of a fond event sometime in my past. Always cloudy. Never very linear, but it always ends in running and some kind of monster which I can't quite remember. It always catches up to me though, tripping me and pinning me down before I wake up. Has been recurring for something like five years now.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
