Ever have that dream, where you wake up and there’s someone strangling you? This person, whom you can’t see or hear, only feel, has a slowly tightening grip of your throat, and is gently cutting off your oxygen. You try to scream, but no sound comes out. Just a hollow rush of air. The last of your air.

You find yourself standing on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by soft grass up to your knees. It is night, and the crescent moon turns the sky a deep indigo. There is a strong wind that makes the grass dance and lay flat as the ocean crests in huge waves that collide with the foot of the cliff, and your hair swirls around your face and neck like some possessed demon.

In the distance, you can hear a few notes of a pan flute carried by the wind. You want to run to the beautiful sound, but you are anchored to your spot amid the flying seafoam and dancing grass.

Turning your head, you feel something wet touch your bare shoulders, and that’s when you realize you are crying. You reach up to your wet face and run your fingers down your cheek to your mouth. Your mouth has been stitched closed.

In the distance the lonely sound of the flute is being accompanied by murmurs of "what a pity", and "such a loss", but you cannot see the owners of these thoughts.

You glance at your wet and bloodied hands, then look to the hungry waves violently heaving beneath you. You raise your arms to your side, and your naked toes feel the ground giving way as you let go. And fall forward. And the wind whips your entire body and lifts your hair, and you feel a great rush of exhileration as you realize you’re flying. Until it stops. And there is nothing.