There is something magical about most dreams, it’s a shame I can never seem to remember what it is. They escape me and when I’m there my reality escapes them, though it shapes them. In a world where nothing matters but experience, tempo warps and voices could speak any language. I tried to chase that feeling of being adrift but somehow present. I recorded this shortly after a spell of insomnia when I was particularly grateful to celebrate the return of sleep & with it, dreams.