"Dreams are foam", as Freud argued, when we are submerged entirely in their all-encompassing state.
They go into spirals, collapse, they enter loops of indefinite durations, leap through time, puzzle pieces joining memories.

Before vanishing in the morning light an unperceivable experience begins, they live a transformation as reality infuses them.  Even before the first cockerel crow, dreams burst through the oneiric bubble in which they once played. As expanding foam they get trapped into ambiguous, toxic forms. Now impermeable to impulsive instincts they are not any longer the matter of subconscious release but an object of rational thought

Performed at:

London Theatre Workshop, Fulham, London UK

Harts Lane Studios, New Cross, London UK

Hither Green Studios, Hither Green, London UK