Your head surrenders to the pillow, your tired eyes encountering relief after an extensively drawn out day. You begin to slip away from the world around you, into an abnormal monsterous ambience. A world of your subconcious mind's mysterious making. A world that collects everything in your life into a decayed velvet pouch, and twists it all around as you succumb to your most vulnerable state. One that makes everything seem so devilishly tangible. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the artistry of dreams.