Since I decided to rely on mood stabilizers, my dreams have become extremely intense, vivid, long and lucid. They are complicated and full of details, full of symbology. Every night I fall asleep excited, wondering where I'm going to end up. My photographs have no meaning, they are impressions of scenes that I see in a dream and that I find again in the images, going backwards and wandering through a world over which I have no control but which amazes me immensely. I write down the dreams, I collect the images, I try to reconstruct my dream world. I have no expectations other than meeting this nocturnal person who fills me with wonder and I ask myself: where do I go when I sleep?

Dream note 1, July 16, 2022 My grandmother would come home excited, she had found fossils and mummified remains of abortions buried under the slightly loose earth. She brought with her fetuses, diapers (the very absorbent ones women wear to stop excessive losses) shriveled up and preserved like dinosaur hair, ancient gynecological instruments, skin, uteruses. With my mother, they considered whether to keep them at home, build a votive altar to give peace to suffering souls. They were very excited, the discovery was exciting and mystical, we had accessed something magical and profound that shouldn't have come to light, it was clear that our job was to honor it in the best possible way. I didn't agree, I proposed to bury them again, around the cemetery, together with their loved ones, in their land, I felt they had to go back to their home and that was the only way to give them peace.

Dream note 2, August 24, 2022 Dreamed that someone was drawing my nipples full of hair. I went to the bookshop with my mother and grandmother, my grandfather was there too, whom I knew was already a ghost, or perhaps a memory. I thought I'd stolen a comic book, which I actually didn't want to buy, but we were still in the checkout line. The queue was very long and turned into a kind of wake, everyone talked about my grandmother and was amazed to see my mother for the first time, as if she were a child. Nobody recognized me, I listened to them talk and it made me laugh because I knew how even more amazed they would be when they realized that I was the granddaughter. It was the wake of my grandmother's mother, whom I never knew. I told my mother please now that the baton had passed a generation, let us not repeat the ancient patterns.

Dream note 3, October 10, 2022 I dreamed of a trip to Tokyo, a beautiful city. Suddenly, as I was walking down the street with my unknown traveling companion, a carriage sped by and ran over and killed a passer-by. In a frenzy, we dug a hole, too shallow, in which we tried to hide the body, covering it with earth, grass and snow, but the purple sweatshirt and the head kept popping up despite our efforts. We realized we had done a bad job. We took to flight, which had more the flavor of an outing: we ran along paths in a very steep forest outside the city, crossing colonies of mushrooms, until we clambered up an almost vertical path. To climb into the earth, we had to cling to huge and very sturdy green and purple cabbages.