maharet sits at her piano trying to write a new song for the upcomming concert but can`t even get it started it seams the muse of music had decied to to a holiday .All she can think about the nightmare she had the night before and how it left her in a cold sweat and intears .How could this be she had ,had nightmares before but none so realas if she could touch things and smellallthe blood on allthat was there Whynow ?why here ?what does it all mean.as she sits there pondering the last nights events outside she sees a storm a aproching,asthe rain comes so does the dreams even in the daylight dreams always invade her nomatternever letting her have a minets peace now even awake they come .always the same dream but this time it was so real the crazyness,the white room and the screamming comming from inside her very being but yet she`s uttered not a sound and what of the man in the rubber suit and his black birds and the strange little girl with no face and the runnawaychild , she couldnot help them then why could she now Why are they back to reak vengance on her mind the nightmare within her mind that thing that dwels in the deepest part where you keep allt he scarry things of youth it`s there where your subconcence finds them and replays them all in slow motion as if trying to scare any sanitythere is and sent it running to hide , never to be retrived or even found at all.This demon that comes in like a theif in the night to rob you of any and all sleep allways rapping on the door of your sleep just to make it`s presance knowen in the most horrid way possible ,that beast inside that lives in your mind.Has she lost her mind or did she even have it at all oh this night is no differant than before for here it comes sneaking back in the nightmare from within.