One day you wake up, gasping for air with sweats tickling every inch of your skin.

'Another bad dream?'

Dream. Some says, dream is your past,your present, your future .

I'd rather buried my past. I'd rather change my present. And I'd rather stop the time if that will be my future.

This is not a dream, this is just your twisted mind playing a trick on you, mocking you.

This is just a little thing driving you further towards the insanity. 

So closing your eyes again, you go back to endless blackness again but this time with nothing but dark.