As you pass out, not really close to your bed, you begin to wonder how you keep waking up in your bed after these bouts of fainting. But more so than that, you think of a memory. At least, you think it’s a memory. You feel like you remember being in a blinding white room, that, while blinding and white in your memory, registered as being colorless in the transparent sort of way in your memory. You remember being so angry and hurt at someone, and fighting your way back down a hall filled with barely opaque people flooding into the room. You don't remember when this was, or where that might have been. Maybe it was a really vivid dream.