View Master

Windows opened and closed. Opened and closed. Blinds were turned inside out. They turned up and down. The curtains, they never closed...

The night was where you eagerly aroused yourself, silently approached glass-screened windows. In the dream, you released in satisfaction when you looked in, carefully examined very window that you freeloaded upon. You freeloader. Trapped within your gaze, I heard the sound of my breath, the palpitation of my heart. No one could catch your voyeuristic affection except in those successive nightmares. It was as if I were watching a movie: a reoccurring nightmare on a film reel.

Filled with fear and anxiety, my windows were cast with dark shadows that left no visible boundaries. They left an imprint of stereoscopic images, and you became a view master.

After Dark, a series based on a recurring dream.