[The dream starts out innocently enough. Walking through a field, white flowers blooming. Kiyoshi stops and smiles, crouching to stroke the petals of a nearby flower.
Except when he touches it, the petals stain red. He frowns, and looks at his hands - which are covered in blood. He can't see any wounds on his hands, so he starts trying to figure out where it's coming from - and when he puts his hand over his heart, he freezes.
There's a huge gash, as if struck by something blunt over and over. Blood, too much blood, is leaking out, all over his clothing. He falls to his knees, all of the flowers turning blood-red.
There's laughter, not from any human mouth, but from the sky, which darkens and starts forming thunderclouds. He reaches up, trying to say something - he's going to die like this, why won't someone help him?!
Distantly, he can hear the bleating of sheep, but he can't see them, not until they come up next to him, their white wool stained by streaks of blood.
Kiyoshi just stares, and laughs, collapsing on the ground, blood pooling around him. The sky is still laughing at him, and he wants to do something, anything, but lie here.
He can't move, though, just stare at the ground in front of him and laugh, until his voice gives out and his eyes finally close.]
[Kiyoshi stares blankly at the Dreamberry screen, tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. He reaches over and picks the device up, before finally shutting it off.]