My legs lift my stomach and my shoulders lift my head. The walls lift the roof and the trees lift the sky and the sky lifts the sun. But nobody lifts the worms in the ground. The worms in the ground must fend for themselves.
Madness string 1652
When dark dreamers dream, they act as nightmares in our world. When they wake, we will be the dream in theirs. Today finds us somewhere in between - that groggy moment in the morning when nothing is yet real.