pandora's box, opened just a peek, and the demons come rushing out, the devils, the details, the cracks in the armor, the gremlins and the bugs, all of it, all of a sudden, in a rush, in the subconcious dreamtime, the most vulnerable, when all concious guards are down, the walls don't exists, and the mind and soul laid bare, left for the vultures to come and pick at the carrion. it's not so bad, really, but a nightmare the picks on the worst fears, the deepest and darkest places of pain and suffering, and rubs your sleepy nose in it, that is not the best thing in the world. but remember that it's nothing more than morpheus perverted memories, twisted in the dreamtime, painted black, ripped raw, but merely dreams, and nothing more. always and forevermore.