Over heaven and under hell

I dream of nothing.
Yet everything.
I dream of darkness.
Yet it is bright.
I dream of silence.
But it is deafening.
I dream that I am over heaven and under hell.
Yet I am under heaven and and over hell.
Sandwiched between them.
In a indignant world.
A world that makes time drag...
So slow.
That it is a blink of an eye.
Where life is death.
And nothing else.
Simply.
But so complex.