I seem to be able to remember my dreams, at least some of it. It always starts with me sitting in a run-down room, and it seems to be around midnight, although theres no way to tell. After a few minutes of just sitting, looking around, i hear a sound, possibly talking. Walking cautiously to the hallway, i just stick my head out of the door, looking up and down both ends of the narrow, dimly lit corridors. There doesnt seem to be anything, well, tangible, but a presence of sorts invades my mind, penetrating my deepest thoughts, almost probing my inner conscience. Deciding to run, and possibly to preserve the rest of what sanity i had left at that point. Taking a left, breathing deeply, raggedly, i take notice of the strangely clean left-hand wall, and the more dirty right one. Well, running for my life seemed more important at the time, and i had arrived in a room that did not seem to be ahead of me five seconds ago. I didnt dare to advance any farther, just standing in the doorway. In the center of the rather large room stands a giant, old fashioned, balance scale. Next to it on one side stands what looks like a modern interpretation of Anubis, the Egyptian god of death, and on the other, a mix between a hippopotamus, lion, and possibly an alligator? Or maybe a crocodile, who knows what the difference is. After a frighteningly awkward moment of stillness and silence, i gasp in immense pain as my chest glows a dark crimson red, and everything in front of me is bathed in that unholy color. I drop to my knees, then just drop, writhing in unbearable dream pain that makes it seem so real. The modern Anubis steps forward calmly, poker faced, and stops a foot from my pain wracked body. Reaching a hand toward the light, my beating heart phases through my lit chest, and gravitates toward his outstretched palm. He grasps it, and it appears on the set of scales, where the demon hybrid simply looks at it. Realizing the pain is no longer present, i get up to a kneel, watching the scene unfold before me. A feather, bathed in a golden light, is materialized onto the other side of the scale. My attention is turned on that hybrid beast, and his sights are set on me as the once gold feather turns that crimson color, and he charges me. My vision becomes a blur, and it all fades to black, where i wake to another day of suffering this burden.