This performance was created with the idea of depicting the confusion, we see the efforts and need of this person unfolding, in order to sleep or more precisely the sleep towards the dream, her transition to this dreamy world of existence, that everyone talked about with this sweet voice that so reminded the joy of a young child, a world where the social musts wouldn't exist, where you'd have time to delve into what you love, where you'd have the time to search, search and search and others would be doing the same and wouldn't be fighting, worn out from trying to keep a home just to make them feel safe, having the basic needs, in a world where you'd never feel "not normal", because that term wouldn't even exist, where you'd listen to stories about restrictions of freedom and acceptable actions like being under them while they are above you, stomping on you without a trace of shame with that shiny boot and you'd laugh, you'd laugh because these all would look so not existing and impossible.

Time ends, the person doesn't succeed to see that existing world, not even able to transport into this dream for a little while, no matter how well she listened to all that they said or how well she performed this specific procedure, defining her black circles and wearing her kimono, she didn't succeed in fooling it.