When I sleep at night I have a variety of dreams. We'll call them "Dream Genres."
Typical is the the "pointless" genre. You know those dreams: A snake riding a bicycle wearing a vest.
Not so typical is the "poignant" genre. These dreams are metaphoric in nature. I rarely understand them until I explain them to Ruth (the local dream interpreter). Gently she breaks it to me that the meaning of these dreams is that, "You've been a dummy...please stop."
Then there's the "falling" genre, where you lose your balance and fall off the Empire State Building or Grand Canyon or something insanely high.
There's the awful, "I'm running away from you my entire dream" genre.
And the rotten, "Someone in the family is getting hurt" genre.
But the one I want to discuss today is the "NyQuil Experience" genre. These dreams occur when I am sick and am compelled to drink NyQuil. In the other genres, color is never the emphasis. In the NyQuil dreams color is the emphasis. Below are illustrations that I have found that perfectly represent what I see in my NyQuil dreams.