I slowly drift in and out of sleep as obfuscated images dance in and out of focus. I find myself falling farther and farther into the darkness of oblivion where nothing is limited. How long will it last? I never know. Time appears to extend beyond all dimensions. The interstice between reality and fabrication widens, and out of the darkness a dim light forms. Objects begin materializing from beyond the ghostly shadows, and a vast new world is created.

Looming in the infinite mist, a girl is inscribed in a desolate chamber. The walls consist of eternal night, and the flames of hell consume her. Her auburn hair is seared in the fire, and the blood pulsing through her veins begins to boil. I stood frozen on the fringe of the mist, unable to move my arms and legs. I looked down expecting to see a thousand pound...