I was making my way down my darkened hallway and passed by the front door. I noticed that both porch lights were off, so I flicked the switch a couple of times. Nothing. I went to switch the hall light on to see what was going on, but it stayed dark as well. Looking out the small window in the door, I could see three silhouettes setting up to play roller hockey in the tennis courts across the way, and a light was on in the the corner as they fanned out beneath it. But that light was on. I figured there hadn’t been a blackout. Either way, it was very odd for anyone to be out there in the middle of the night but I was too tired to worry about it right now.

So I continued on to my bedroom. When I got there, those lights didn’t work either. I flicked the switch a few times, getting angry at this point, because I could hear my television so I knew power was on. I grabbed around for the remote to see if I could change the channel to something with a brighter image to get some light into the room and find my flashlight. But every channel was dark. Not off, but it was like the brightness was down to zero and you could just make out black shapes moving around. That’s when I noticed that the three people in the TV show had stopped talking to each other and were looking at me. Then I woke up.

I have strange dreams when I have a fever. One that has stuck with me since I was a teenager: I was lying in bed, along the wall of my bedroom. My face was numb from the warmth of my fever, my sinuses causing a drowsy pressure in my head. On the far side of the room, two FBI agents suddenly appeared in the door and wanted to get to me. But a large potato was rotating slowly in the center of the room. It grew larger and larger, eventually filling the room to capacity. As the comfortable weight of the now-giant potato crushed down onto my bed, I woke up.

Who needs drugs? Anyway, I’m feeling much better today. Thanks for all the well wishes!