What is this entanglement contaminating the waking world which surrounds the living? Every day, billions pull their aching minds and bodies out from under the warmth of their blankets, exiled from the world of dreams to face the reality of their world, their lives. Every day, these people will spend most of their waking hours moving limbs, using their psyche and minds, even against their will, to obtain the sustenance required to be able to feed and clothe themselves. It is the curse of the working class. Every day, billions turn away from their dreams, their callings and their aspirations to pursue what they shall call ''careers'' or ''responsibilities''. Leaving behind what they held so dear as children; their imaginings. The art of finding beauty and color in everything surrounding them, creating stories of far distant reaches or far away times in all playful manners. And every nights, these people will escape this entrapment into the realm of sleep. To find again, the beautiful illusions once cherished during the marvelous era of youth. Every night, billions dream. It doesn't matter the seriousness of one's living, who they are or what they do or have done. Every night, we are all completely at the mercy of the remnants of our childish imaginations, no matter how old or how prude. Bankers will become flying superheroes, fishermen will become fish, lawyers; tsars in the dark ages. Men and women from all over the world will, every night, find escape from the normality and blankness of the waking world to play games and make pretend. Travelling worlds unexplored, experiencing things unthinkable and living the impossible. No laws of physics applicable, no religion, laws or rationality to follow. No restrains, no control, total and beautiful imaginative surrealistic fantasies of the mind indulged in complete anarchy. Waking world, see you tomorrow… for now let’s all escape this hardened modern living to indulge our fancies in complete imaginative harmony....