Consider the Mind. Not the brain – the mass of tissue known as grey matter, it is merely the container. There are many realms inside of it, none of them of this world. They exist in their own dimensions, vast landscapes, all of them marvels to behold. But the most astounding, the most awe-inspiring of them all, is the Mind. It is here that common thoughts are categorized into plateaus, each level representing another area of the Mind. It can be seen clearly that they are of varying heights and widths, and some of them are growing, feeding off of others like large fish (They aren't fish, though. They're plateaus. Remember that.) Also notice that some are newer than others, and some have different appearances. The Affection Plateau, for instance, glows a bright fiery red, is several times larger than any of the others, and pulses every second with a new thought. The Sex Plateau is marginally smaller, flashing 5 times faster with bands of colours all the hues of a pimp's jacket. All of these are bands on account of the repeated thoughts...occasionally a new one bubbles up from the depths and laces itself in. The Math Plateau is a rather steady deep blue, building itself slowly with new knowledge, smooth on top, but bored through with holes and chips from older knowledge that has fallen to the wasteland below.

Ah, the Wasteland...shrouded by the heavy, dark storm clouds of mystery and forgetfulness, the bottom of the Mind toils with intense, destructive storms, shafts of lightning striking out and ripping chunks of Mind Rock from the lower areas of the majestic plateaus, ripping them down slowly as it forgets. It is craggy here; long dead Mind Rock litters the ground, more is thrown there by the lances of lightning. A wise soul dares not traverse this wasteland, for strange beasts dwell down here...the typical name given to these creatures is Skeletons, and for some reason they are supposed to reside in the Closet...but these look nothing like fleshless humans, and this is certainly no closet. The mythical Mind's Eye meanders into these parts occasionally, for its duty is to watch for these creatures, to ensure they stay in check - to keep them down there. Some are destroyed, hit by the roiling, destructive forces of forgetfulness, but others...others are far too large. The Eye roves towards one of these now, its head breaking the clouds, the guilt and disgust the Mind feels towards it has made it grow strong, and it has begun tearing at the fabric of secrecy and common sense that keeps it contained in the lower Realms. The Eye calls upon the Powers bestowed upon it by the Mind itself, and the shimmering light of the various Plateaus brighten for a moment or two, then begin to be sucked off of the flat surfaces of the plateaus in columns, up to a vast stream of colour - the Mind has forced the Being to sleep, and the DreamWaves are flowing. As this occurs, the Clouds rise upward with swiftness - this is the time when they are to grow stronger, to feed off the DreamWaves not unlike storms feed off lakes. The added power causes build-up, and the Lightning looks for a target. The Auras of the Plateaus are too powerful for the Lightning to discharge itself on one of them, so it chooses an unprotected target - the Creature. With an unearthly scream, the creature drops, losing power as it goes. Shrinking at an alarming rate, it ends up no larger than a small shard of Plateau littering the Forgotten Realm - but it will start growing again, soon.

Meanwhile, another Creature eluded the Eye - it was a small one, a Fear, which climbed one of the smaller Plateaus, and managed to get absorbed into the Dreamwave. Skilfully, it evades the Clouds, swimming with the ebbing current towards its destination - the DreamCenter. Here the DreamWave is converted into powerful visions - only the strongest thoughts have been interpreted, the rest were absorbed by the Clouds, rained back onto the Plateaus. Making a noise near laughter, the Creature plunges into the DreamCenter, ripping its way through current queued dreams and sidling onto the DreamScreen. A nightmare.

Several minutes after this incident, a blast of pure, blinding white light hits the MindScape. The gentle DreamWaves plummet to the Forgotten Realm, splashing on impact, dragging with them the roiling masses of Clouds that are connected via their DreamDucts. The Eye lolls, then quickly oversees the return of normalcy to the MindScape, even as a dark, pure black Plateau, almost lost in the shadows of the far reaches of the MindScape, grows a little higher, radiating, somehow, blackness. Another indestructible memory of terror. The Creatures have won again. The Eye curses silently, and sweeps down to keep a closer eye on the Forgotten Realm, even as the DreamWaves begin to flow again, and the Clouds rise to meet them. The Being has fallen asleep once more.