"You know the really scary thing about bad dreams?"

"The fact you think its really happening?"

"Uh-uh. Not that. It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, it's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But its just you... It's like you're betraying yourself."

Volume Five of The Sandman, A Game of You is by far the most twisted one of the series that I've read yet and I love how Neil Gaiman with all his linguistic genius melds two worlds with unabashed impingement of one world by another which obliterates and distorts any formalities or distinctions that the reader might have perceived to be previously set in place, and how like the dreamscape, the landscapes in The Sandman are quite like skerries, only sometimes visible solidities bound by diaphanous realities that are drowned in dreams and now and again lost in the whirlpool of them