Last night I dreamed that I was on a cruise ship, and suddenly the ship came under attack by some creatures flying in from above. The passengers were speculating as to whether they were ringwraiths or Death Eaters. They turned out to be people who were so corrupted by evil and sadness that they drained the color out of the world around them. I ended up fighting their leader in a sword battle, and every time I hit I had to force her to have a different emotion. Each emotion caused a partial return of color. Finally, when I had her disarmed and defeated, I threw down my own weapon and made her feel the relief of my mercy, and she was truly defeated, and in full color.
Damn, I want your dreams.
Babby is my ten month old son, Tyke.