so now the dreamer watched the small pale figure in the too-large chair. and as he watched, the sense of impending disaster grew stronger in him. wanting to flee, to leave this place, he found himself totally immobilized, the smallest power of movement taken away by the imp of dreaming. he stood in panic as suddenly, more suddenly than he had imagined possible, the dream went awry. there was a great blinding explosion of light which left an impenetrable void of darkness; then from the darkness, magnified many times, came the voice of the crowd. they were screaming wildly, lustily, in concentrated hate, and he knew why they were screaming.

john williams,
nothing but the night.