In the space between dreaming and consciousness There is a form of reality Something so tangible you can almost touch it, feel it And yet the apparent perception Is of something actually not present at all As breathing deepens and time slows We can find ourselves in a place of either freedom and light Or torment and darkness The mystery of why this is remains in the heart and soul of the host Is their conscience clear? Do they hold onto unforgiveness and resentment? There's only one way to find out We go out into the depths together, in the deepest of dreams