The birds flew out of my crown and I awoke in another place. My beard was on fire and my eyes wide open. I could see myself dreaming below. I was crying and hoping to heal. As I wept I released greater aspects of my self from the bondage of the dark well. My tears had created the buoyancy for my release. I saw my self as The Dreamer, The Dreamed. I saw the veil between the worlds and it had wings.