A dream--a visitor that knocks during the depths of slumber, unannounced, unhindered. Shrouded in ambiguous shapes and figures, no one really knows its true meaning. Or if a dream means anything at all.

And yet so easily does the dream sweep one away. From the mundane, from the familiar. From everything.

At that moment, only the dream and the dreamer are real.

Dreams are weightless. They bend the rules. One can fly without wings, or breathe underwater, or simply be; and it all seems like second nature. One awakens. And then once more, one dreams.