I’ve always been fascinated by dreams. We conceive them in a no-conscious state, however they involve our fullest self. The fact that most of them are not remembered brings up a questioning about this secret from ourself self. We all try to understand their meaning, or at least we all have tried to. The function of dreaming itself is fascinating: it just is a way to erase “noise” memory, undesirable, unused or unnecessary memories that we unconsciously gather everyday. Detritus of watched - but no seen - billboards, and debris of heard - but no listened - conversations are brought every night in the foreground and, put together, they form a story, a story whose screenplay is written, adapted and forgotten at the same moment.