I’ve always been a vivid dreamer. Like, really vivid. To the point where I can’t always tell what’s a real memory and what was just a really, really mundane dream.  So when I woke up in the middle of the night, my dorm room dimly lit by the lamp just outside my window, I genuinely thought there was a young woman looming over me.  Her skin was almost grey, though that easily could have been the low lighting, and her eyes were nearly glowing gold. She looked pissed, but in that cold sort of way where her jaw was tight and her lips were pressed into a thin line. Her…