Gravity keeps me down, clutching hands, barometric pressure, gnashing teeth, what have you... But I've been givin wings by the Angel of Death. Its her birthday. She says 'yes' to me, to jump. I'll run from the soul snatchers armed with dream catchers, but not from her.
Only she can give me rest. Nightmueres are the best.
Post Script: It all began at 4:18, your movie.
