coming out of sleep into hypnopompic hallucination is a horrifying experience that cannot be properly illustrated. everything, include the self, splinters into a thousand bright little pieces. there are too many dimensions, all colors radiate too much and move and speak, objects crawl up the walls, everything has a WILL. there are sounds like the universe consuming itself with its own huge, sharpened teeth. it is so tremendously overwhelming that it becomes impossible to believe it will end. all scrims are dropped, all boundaries broken. it is horror beyond horror.
and it is exhausting.