a less violent rendition of what it's like to suffer from a sleep disorder.
i had just listened to this episode of radiolab, where a woman talked about coping with chronic pain by imagining she was a saint and the pain was somehow a good thing. so i tried to depict what it would look like if you took the same approach with night terrors and hypnopompic hallucinations. if you were really religious about it, wouldn't it be kind of romantic? i mean, hell, you'd be a prophet!