The Book Of Nightmare - One

(I) A Night of Reversals In the Night of Reversals all is revealed, nothing shrouded will stay shrouded. No one holds back and sits removed from all these bloody things, everyone experiences the same threshold arrest. Even dreams simply fall into random depths of sleep and affect everyone everywhere. This is what necromancers fear most: when the floodgates break and dreams rush pell-mell across the inner community and crush order, credit and identity. Have you stood paralyzed, unable to escape from your own demons? It is the ultimate betrayal, forever after you are divided against yourself, mere toys threatening your composure. This does not last, hopefully you will... There is still another reversal: In the vast interior Sea of Love, you will plunge, or be plunged like Max Ernst's Blind Swimmers. We feel exhausted, breathless, clumsy. Still we keep striking and kicking, we assume or are given a unique rhythm. The waves churn us, and then we churn the waves. This is all that remains to be revealed: how you excel as a water- creature. Maybe your double blindly swims nearby. Maybe you will swim in tandem. Maybe you merge into a single Blind Swimming. Maybe nothing will happen, and you will blindly swim without purpose or direction.