Ask Not For Whom the Bell Tolls
Dream 2 (Bain)
The darkness is warm, you feel as if you are resting on a soft and comfortable substance. You can see yourself, but everything else is black.
Two eyes open, and then there is a cat. Or, a cat made man-sized and shaped. It watches you, lazily.
You fall, suddenly, out of the darkness and into a room made of rough hewn stone blocks. Above you the ceiling is a roiling mass of black storm clouds. Two stone doors lurk on opposite sides of the room.