There is a room with white walls and a brown carpet. It is a room that is a bit older and used but, not awful. To the right of me is a square window without blinds and the sunlight is bathing me in its essence.
In front of me is a black piano with white keys. I keep playing a melody and harmony at the same exact time. I remember hitting the keys over and over again and if I had a piano in the waking world I could play the song. It was repetitive notes that I kept on hearing.
The music is a beautiful tone that sets a melancholy mood. I can hear a bird chirping outside in key. It sums up my feelings on life and death with eternal grace. I remember that I was trying to write lyrics to it.