Rest in Pandemonium

I have fallen into it, and now I play its game; a game so out of my control. It is but a race against uncharted and undetermined time; a contest for my consciousness; a contest for my life. And what, do you suppose, are the rules to this alleged game? Well that, my dear reader, is the exact issue. There are none. Because there are no determinations of right and wrong, there are no laws of physics, there are no rules of survival in a dream.