I have dreams in monochrome and all the shades of the rainbow's smeared shadow, depends what the content of the dream is, about one fifth of the time I will latch onto what the deal is, done it since I was a kid, the colour never reveals to me that I'm traipsing in the dream duvet, it's inconsistencies and sudden intrusions and rather abrasively aggressive subconscious manifestations whom I know too well at this point that spell out to me I gotta become lucid to have some fun and dig up some facades to find the authentic vibes. Colours look great or mundane just like the various compartments your brain processes and absorbs throughout each week staring out at the spinning globe of awakeland.