Suddenly from the calm empty oceanfloor - a spiky throne-looking-thingy emerges, aggressively bursting or pushing away the hazy smogbubbles that sleep summons in the lack of consciousness. The cloudbarrier, shielding your mind from interacting with itself and the world around it, evaporates. The spikes spreads out relentlessly and almost endlessly, like thoughts inevitably conjuring themselves up inside your re-booted brain. In the middle stands the king, the little ruler of this disturbance. Who is he? He is you.
You're awake once more.
((My Little Interpretation of this. With that said I think the title really fits ^^))