The dreamer is a venturer, seeking something in some world. But then he stumbles on recurrences, meeting himself at the cross-roads and often enough to suggest a history and its subject, a soul journeying through reality and turned towards and away from the unrecognised truth. All of this in the dream whose layer upon layer seem to express a concern, no one's concern, to stay asleep. Situations are broken up and recycled, their painful and threatening sides made innocent, the whole thing allowed to unfold under that wider and paler sky, that enigmatically smiling knowingness. Experience is time traced in the intersection of two timelessnesses.