Deep, dark, searching, stumbling thru darkest dreams we wander. Layers and layers of conscious and unconscious, memories half remembered but now half hidden, changed, hiding from us. Nights when sleep won't come and hard as we try, we lie in a limbo of worry, questioning our place in the universe. Sleepwalking, sleep waking? Retreating
into the arms of Morpheus...

The dark night of the soul, the deepest of dreams, awakening is hard to do