As I have gotten older and had a chance to catalog my dreams, I’ve noticed that each dream, though bizarre and individual in narrative, are beginning to self-assemble. It’s as if I am given only brief, random glimpses into another life – a life that keeps on moving even when I’m not around. This is not a normal life and perhaps the oddity of it all comes from our conscious attempt to make sense of the nonsensical. However, over time, recurring geography, architecture, people, machines, and themes all overlap into something more cohesive than random.













































