[i]Out like a fucking light.[/i]

That was a phrase that passed through Tim's head as he slept. It had been a good 48 hours since his last rest, so this was a very welcomed change from his previous two days worth of work. He slept soundlessly, without so much as a snore or a movement. He dreamed, however. It wasn't the usual nightmare, with the blood and the darkness and his mother. That was a welcomed change. The dream was...a bit strange, though.

He found himself in a strange landscape, full of colors and blank space and geometric shapes. He wasn't too sure what to make of it. He was confused in the dream, and he was running from something. He didn't know what. When he looked behind himself, he saw whatever it was, but the moment he looked away, he forgot. And he wasn't scared. He was excited.

It was a weird dream. Not good, not bad, just weird.