There exists in the mind of those particularly accustomed to psychic disturbances, a certain inclination towards dreams of an obscure, and foreboding nature. Those dreams where one can almost tangibly feel the neural circuitry spinning and humming in a confused, blind outgrowth of the senses and experiences imbibed of the present. Looping and repeating the same tired scenes and patterns of thought. Exhausting the dreamer and providing no rest. Usually these hallucinations take place in familiar, yet strange and seemingly unimportant or uninteresting locations in the dreamers life. Often in the dead of night. Frustratingly recursive, and seeming to last hours upon hours. Even conjuring themselves back from the grave, after a brief awakening and subsequent descent in the early hours of the morning.
In the deepest, most ancient and untouched layers of the universe of the mind, does not lay the base animal-like instincts. Or the sexual desire to inflict waking life upon a new soul. Nor even the bare material of perception, provided unknowingly by family or the surroundings of early life. In truth, at the deepest layer of the abyss of the mind sleeps something completely and totally alien from the individual. An ontologically separate being, whose presence in waking life can only be felt in its absence. Like the faintest knowledge of some past experience and its continued existence under a different category - as is felt when two people have just departed and now, despite having been in physical proximity moments ago, only exist as an idea in the mind of the other. Sometime even encountered during trance-like states evoking a deep, echoing sense of “unknowing” and a subsequent loss of control over the internal happenings of the mind.