To dream is to illuminate the black Waters of the womb. It is often claimed that most beings dream in black and white, but this is only a half-truth; the dreaming eyes bathe the mindscapes in the eerie silver glow of Moon, a dimmed reflection of the kaleidoscopic radiation of the Sun, one that makes visible the aphotic denizens of the mind too delicate to stand the test of daylight. In the darkness of night, hypnagogic visions take form - first, as a kind of smoke; then, as sentient beings, beckoning the mind inward toward the fertile well of dream. It is a form of psychic condensation; Air becomes liquid - to fight or flee is to punch through the tides or trudge through marshlands. But this nascent form of matter also gifts the dreamer with a certain form of flight, as well as the capacity to affect reality on an embryonic level.