When I hear it, bad news is on the horizon. And it's not a superstition, like an itchy palm indicating the finding of money or something equally silly. It indicates that I'm under intense pressure, or under-fed, or have low blood pressure, or something else is wrong. And then the colors happen and I lose consciousness. And it happens too often. And it's scary when I realize it, but it shocks me when my boyfriends who witness it do not seem alarmed. Unless I tell them. Or until everyone else is concerned. And the thing that's the worst are the colors. They're not dreams. They're just colors. And they add to the head-spinning.