Pylades Dreams

There’s blood and the color of it surprises him—a deep and profound red. It runs around him in rivers, warm and unnerving, drowning him. And then it’s the red of Enjolras’ coat. He emits a light so pure it blinds. He calls out to him, Enjolras silhouetted against the sun. He alights on his damned barricade with awe-inspiring white wings. Unseen guns go off and he falls through blackness and is gone. There’s a flash of gold and scarlet and white light in the darkness and, though he is blinded, he stretches his hand and feels something brush past his fingers. But he is clumsy and cannot quite grasp it. He knows he has failed again. Then he is falling through a world of red, stomach flipping and body tensing, waiting for the bone-shattering impact of earth and there is nothing but blood.
But it smells like alcohol.
I have no idea what this is. I was thinking about the fact that, in the brick, Grantaire is sleeping through most of the activity of the barricade and only awakes just before Enjolras is shot. This is, apparently, a dream sequence. Don't even ask.