My book will contain words, not pictures, thankyouverymuch...

Last night I was asleep in my bed, having the strangest dream. All I can remember is being in a space--not a room, but a space--made up of dark, dark black and yellow, and there was this voice. A male voice. And he suggested, rather cruelly, that instead of actually writing my story, that I should do a book filled with black-and-white pictures of what the story would look like. Images flashed through my head of what those pictures would contain, and I heard him laughing, laughing, laughing...