Last night was normal. You awaken, and it is dark. Blacker than pitch is the tone, and the tone is within a symphony around the theme of darkness, occasional breaks into airy bleakness break though an otherwise opressive black-hole atomosphere remnisant of the bottom of a deep, dark pit.

There is no light.

What there is is dankness, darkness (see previous) and rock.

You are in a dungeon. Do something.

• My eyes are open
• Eyes wide shut