In the state between awakeness and dream I feel myself unprotected. Imaginations come to me, I have to watch them, they take me along and I cannot do anything to control them. Sometimes I see the things I don’t want to experience. This is like a whirlpool that has dragged me in and I cannot exit. Are these the moments of truth, or just reflections of fears? Mystical and incomprehensible, yet so closely mine. Nobody else can experience them in reality, I can renarrate them, describe the states seen in them, but nobody can feel them for me or with me.