I had a dream.
It was an odd dream.
I sat down on a chair. I looked at it, it was made of wood, put together with nails. It was not that comfortable since I was sitting on a hard surface, it reminded me of the school's chair. Where was I? I was unsure, and I tried to look around me.
It was dark, but not that unbearably dark. I seemed to be in a house of some sort. I could vaguely see a coffee table in front of me, a television beyond that. It was different from my house, the way the television and table looked was off. Similar, but it was not the same.
A light.
A small light, barely lighting up at all as it shone through the darkness, an orange orb of light around it. The light was on the table, and from what I could see, it was small. A few more lighted up, one big one, and six small
