An exploration of the concept of lucid dreams, this new play has a lot of meat on the bone. When are we awake? What do our dreams mean? Can we control our dreams? The text of this play poses these questions while uncovering new ones, but the staging does not meet the texts creativity. Since this is the summer of Inception, the concept of dreamscapes are at the forefront of the public consciousness, and the story we follow here is of a young psychoanalyst who, through his attempts to control his own dreams, loses all grips on reality. This is one of those shows that showcases the limitations of Fringe production, with only lighting and rudimentary sound letting us know what state the characters are in, and thusly, it becomes difficult to perform the necessary task of blurring that line. The cast vigorously attempts this Herculian feat, but the complexity of the text corners them constantly, and like a bad dream, they cant wake themselves up from it.
