As always, the dream begins with currents of mist in shades of blue, swirling and twisting in all directions. There is no floor, nothing for equilibrium to anchor to. A huge, disembodied face appears from it. Gray eyes stare at her. After a while, its white lips move, and it speaks in a deep, gender-less voice: “Why are you here?”.
She wants to answer, but like countless times before, she’s little more than a spectator inside her dream-body. Thinking, feeling, but unable to act. Even so, her yearning to find something here moves the dream in the right direction. Soon, her dream-body answers: “I am looking for something”.