Lights fade off, I feel nothing but time ticking in sync with my breath, inhaling and exhaling and my absence of light creeps in with rising pressure, shivering heart, disappearing thought and the screams get stronger and courage collapses and silhouettes speak and noise sharpens and into a monster, my reflection turns, and into a reflection, my monster turned. Taking me into a nightmare of abstract thought and day-to-day objects with minds fragile, reflections fake and drones walking around corning themselves as kings and emperors to induce further, the societal norm of socioeconomic status, dreams and appearances false.

Asleep, awake, yet the nightmare is the same.

Cheers to ~Ubenta for help with the text!

Update 07/08/2006:
Thanks to =Mary--jane for suggesting it and for ¢trinity-77 for picking this as a DD. Thanks for all the favs and comments as well. It's indeed a good day

Nice comment from ~seadogz
"To an outsider....the nightmare is so easy to wake up from, its like just wake up...but for the person in the dream it is almost impossible to escape from. I look at the curtains and I think of that, there are just curtains but for the person its an inescapable prison."

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<sub>This was taken for the *D70ers Reflections Challenge.

Lens: 18-70 (This was shot at 18mm)
F-stop: 5.6
Shutter Speed: 1 sec
ISO: 200

The image was desaturated using RawShooter Essentials and a +4 on contrast was added.</sub>