I am walking down a dimly lit corridor. The floor is a tiled pattern
which, every time I grasp it, changes slightly, the colors in reds and
blues moving into a different configuration. The walls are bare drywall,
as if the building is still under construction, and the light leaks from
them rather than coming from the ceiling, which I never see.

I'm just walking, and as I walk, I kind of fall out of myself until I feel
like everything is happening to someone else, and that's  not me walking
down the hallway, it's a younger girl, and she just keeps walking. The
hallway seems to go on forever and I can only see what she would see ---
everything else is white space, as if we are drawings on the page and the
world hasn't been filled in. The girl keeps walking, her steps steady,
her hair cut at her shoulders, her clothing gradually changing color into
the colors of the floor tiles. I can never remember the starting colors,
I can only remember that they change, and once they are done changing
everything grays over a little bit.  Over time everything turns to black
and white (this is how I know I dream in color) and the hallway starts
to be wider a nd wider until the walls are gone entirely over the horizon
and it is dark except for the ambient light of the blank space overhead.

Then, the girl stops.

She  tilts her head from side to side a bit, once looking over her
shoulder but never noticing me. When I was younger I always called out to
her, made wild gestures, but it never mattered. Now I just kind of smile
slightly as she sits down and waits. I don't know what she's  waiting for,
and she never speaks, and there is no sound, she just waits.  Eventually I
wake up, but sometimes it feels like I am watching her waiting for hours,
waiting for her to wait, not knowing why and unable to stop. Her face
stays but I always wake up crying.