The first vivid dream I'd had is one I've had many times. The first time, I was 8 years old and it most likely horror movie induced. Everything was almost entirely black and white and I was a young adult. Standing In a small apartment alone, I located the door to leave. Walking outside, I witnessed the apocalyptic aftermath of a massacred parade. Victims lay slain in the street and included my family. The only color present was their crimson blood that washed the sloped ground. They were thrown atop one another, ruined. Broken. I screamed and awoke in tears.