Into the dream I fell, a dream of darkness, strobing lights showing fleeting glimpses of stoic faces, red glowing eyes emanating heat and a bright aural glow. Creeping, lingering, screaming, screaming children, faces floating freely, freely floating faces...the dream makes no sense, but as I descend into sleep, so do the lights and mass swirling vortexes of the abysmal void behind me? In front of me? Hands reach out from the black grabbing and pulling, I scream for them to leave but it attracts "them"... voices from the other side... I run slowly, through black as thick and repressive as water, displacing darkness to make way for more darkness. And yet again I am afraid, scared, terrified. Hands turn into tendrils sliding and slithering through the black mass. Pure misanthropy, panicked absence of thought, kick, f(l)ail, cut, scream, louder louder LOUDER. No one hears and destiny never knocks, this is my fate but now I am not here, where could I be? Will this nightmare ever end? It has only just begun, somewhere new, individual thought patterns; feet move, legs move, hands all working in harmony, perfect in thought but executed like a puppet from a string, where am I? Clean smell of water, water has a scent and it smells like blood, but it is still blue and I am still lost, endless ocean crashing waves upon sea caves, silhouette against the light, who is she and where am I? Look around at sandy beach with cliff side walls, how will I ascend, or should I dare? Do I dare taunt the silhouette by running away without running towards? I try to breathe but water is my air, water is my air, I am laying on the seabed, tide pulled me in, the silhouette floating beside me; take a step back. How and when did I take the plunge?The dream still makes no sense. Did she call me with her siren song, the silhouette most certainly her, but who oh WHO is she? Terrified, paralyzed of water, irrational fear, I cry for help but breathe it in, she comes to me, hears my swan song but sees me as a phoenix. Takes me to the surface, to the limit so I may fly away, breathe breathe BREATHE! Back again to sandy beach with cliff side walls, sets of prints in the sand of all the other lost souls who lost their way, I am just another soulless elegy in the monologue of dreams, so I decide to explore my own reason into being, being what, being who? Is it time to leave? I only just got here... This dream still makes no sense.