David slipped carefully into a dream. Or I wish I could say it was like sliding into a womb. He fell from an unknown height into a darkness that smacked him like a lake of freezing tar, and the dream old, and wound, entangled him. there was no struggle.

Sorry folks, this is where our story takes a slightly darker turn. We never promised a fluffy cushion at the bottom of consciousness did we? Well you won't find one. In fact, you won't find much of anything other than the air bubbles escaping your lips, and slowly pushing for the surface. David falls this way into the blackness until it can't get much blacker, only then was there a light in the depths.
It tossed his hair and filled him. This is what De Ja Vu is made from.

On the isle of mares the sea breeze spit and David sat in its center. Perched on all sides around him facing out to the sea are eight heads. Each of them called to him. David stood with the wind under his bath robe about to carry him away, and took a slow sip from his java.

The first head stood tall with a look of passion. Fire shot from the ground and seas all around it. It introduced itself as "force"

The second head was not as tall, and badly weathered. The salt corrosion built up inside its nostrils. A crack appeared in its furrowed brow and split its forehead. It was to become known as sanity.

Foresight stood calmly looking onto the waves with a humble demeanor. It had no eyes, and in place of where they would be lichens dug deep into the stone.

The fourth head; Conscious, stood looking down at a large stone at the water's front. The seabreeze was directly at its back and almost all but the face of this head is worn away by the salt.

The next head whispers softly and the breeze is not too harsh around its fringes. The harshness of nature has boiled down enough for plants and shrubs to develop around the edge of stillness.

After stillness a crouched head sits being pelted with the wind on its left cheek. It sports a gaping grin and wild watching eyes. A starfish has died in between its sharp stone teeth. It is to be known as madness.

Insight stands frozen with eyes closed. Pillars of wind and smoke move through the air all around it. The waves seem not to affect this head. Its pillars and face remain untouched by the salt of the sea.

Dream has deep-set eyes. Shadows arch down to the rings under each of them. It seems dazed and stricken with morose thoughts.