On the border of dreaming and being awake, between the volatile images of a waking dream, it is difficult to navigate. There is no map or compass here to help us navigate. What is free is also forced, the forwards and backwards practically indistinguishable, height and depth are the amplitudes of the same wave: low tide and high. Every movement is a transition: the energies of beginning and ending flow into each other. We also dream of love, and at the same time we find ourselves in it: we wake up. We dream that we wake up, or we just believe we dream: who can decide?