Mindscape
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MatureComplete Tue, Mar 21, 20231h 30m
Heather is a 23-year-old New Yorker stuck in a bumpy rut in life. Between her overbearing boss in an unsatisfying corporate job and a sense of romantic failure after the loss of true love from self-sabotage, Heather has virtually given up on happiness. When her neighbor entices her with a new up-and-coming drug that promises vibrant, lucid dreaming, Heather thinks she has found an easy, chemical relief from her day-to-day existence. What starts off as innocent dreaming of the perfect life quickly shifts into the realm of the supernatural. Taking ever-increasing doses of this unknown substance, Heather forces herself deeper into her dreamscape, trying to escape her woes of reality. When she becomes imprisoned within her mind, she is guided by her conscience to the realization that to successfully shed her mental chains of confinement, Heather will have to battle all the internal demons that have been created from her external trauma, including herself.
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