These works are stream of conscious narratives. Like dreams, the closure you look at the details, the less sense they make. In the world of the dream, everything seems to hold together into an understandable narrative. Come morning, the narrative is lost and the dream is nonsensical. The dreamer is left with an impression rather than a cohesive story. The more the conscious mind tries to piece together what happened, the less it makes any sense: details so vivid while asleep vanish on wakeful examination. Yet the experience of the dream lingers, haunting the dreamer’s experience of the world.