I was in a RV with Dr. John McDougall. We were talking and then I found myself back in my apartment. I was a bit disoriented, but then a friend of mine was feeling the back of my head, because she was concerned about a bump on the back of my head. When I felt it, I stopped, and then felt the rest of my face.
It felt as if my face was thinner than usual. I felt my jaw line...and then looked in the mirror. I was stunned and frightened. My face looked gaunt. Then a little while afterwards, I couldn't breathe. I knew I was dying, and tried to alert someone, but the "person" sitting on the toilet had no head! I tried to alert my mom, but I couldn't talk. As my vision was about to black out, I woke up.
I always dream in color, never in black-and-white.