After undergoing a series of hypnotic regressions, never experienced before, with a sex therapist, in search of the reason that determined my specific current situation, I began to have, almost every night, some unusual dreams similar to the previous visions received in a trance state. Talking about that with Gwyneth, the psychologist, we decided to face the situation by telling them during breakfast informally. Since we live in three in my big colonial house, me, her and Bertilla, the young housekeeper, every meeting we have over tea and biscuits turns into a dreamlike/literary living room that amuses us a lot. Moreover, probably because stimulated by my stories, the two women also begin to dream copiously and creatively to the point of agreeing on the development of only one dream at a time, in rotation and then resume our work commitments. The game becomes more and more colourful and symbolically rich, stimulating reflections and information that we interpret, but not always, based on our intuition and the professionalism of the specialist, who guides events with a detached attitude and witness, except for when it's her turn to put a dream on the table. Living intimately together aligns us more and more on the same psychic frequency. What emerges from our dreams are psychic journeys to places and situations that reflect the interiority of our daily life. But elaborating and enriching it with similar, parallel dimensions, possible and engaging, to the point of leading us to dwell in multiple separate states of reality that coexist, intertwine and cooperate on various levels to the manifestation of a subjectivity that becomes more and more objective, in an increasingly cosmic context. None of us pushes or induces or instigates; everything takes place spontaneously, feeding on shared experiences that lead us to observe ourselves through the eyes of the other, who is no longer such but merely a part of us. Our communion increases energy on several levels, from the purely sensual one, full of unbridled passion, eroticism and sexuality lived and thoroughly enjoyed with orgasmic ecstasy, to the emotionally fluctuating one. The delicate and enveloping feeling that springs from the primary need to be lovingly together. Until the soul's subtle, vast and peaceful spirituality, eventually satisfied in the union of polarities. They're dreams, journeys, transpositions; they're all this together, and more. They are the life that continually shuffles the cards and makes us play infinite parts that are always the same but with always different actors and actresses who play the role with perfection, such as to even identify with it, until the final awakening within the dream that dreams of itself.