Fixing a Hole Where the Rain Gets In

I have to fix my mind. Somewhere in there, there has to be some meddling done, some altering. But how do I transcend myself? Too many dreams flood me and the borders are blurred between them all and what is real.

What is real?

I don't know anymore, Mac. I don't know.

Damn it. That was Sibyl Freid. See her? That was Sibyl Freid. I'm that girl again.
Nononononononono. Not again. No not again Sibyl Sibyl. Not again.

You see? Back to it all again. Aliya is her mind, you know. The Ascender. Aliya is her mind, Berekiah the face and the emotion--almost. I will ascend.

Ascend! Ascend! Aliya! Aliya! Ascend! Ascend!

I will ascend to where?I don't know. There're too many angels tonight. The night is dark and full of angels tonight. Will they take me? Will they make me? Will they pull me from it all and erase that everlasting madness?

I want to rid myself of Uriel. But where would I be without him? Whre would all the words be? I must write him away so that he never comes back. Then, I will be myself. No more Sibyl Freid. No more Aliya. I will write him away so that everyone can read him and then he will come no more.

"Aah, now, Little Girl. What say you now?"
"Dream of another, my sweet angel. Dream another before I dream you away."
"I Dream. But only of you."
"I Dream. But it'll be over soon. You're next. Ithaca will have to wait."
"What will the others say, Little Girl? What will become of the Universe?"
"They'll say nothing. Because nonexistence says nothing, is nothing, never was, never will be, never is. That is what I say. That is what they say. Nothing nothing nothing."