Ive taken a liking to reading my dream journal. When I wake up after a vivid dream I write it down sometimes...My favorite is a long one about a dream with 'builders' who merge with materials and can manipulate them through space. The colors were spectacular.

Recently, the end of a dream:
Its welling up. The fire sputters out as the accustomed apathy slowly seeps back into my veins, slothfully pushing the volcanic life aside and settling lazily and uneventfully into the flesh. The immediacy and the desire fade away- no longer just before me in the body of a boy, but somewhere at the surface of the water, rays of light daring to penetrate the murky water as I sink to the bottom.
Let it all out, watch the bubbles return to the surface.
Go to sleep at the bottom.