Slumberland celebrates the power of sleep, dreams and the subconscious. It is an ode to imagination, storytelling and the creative craft.

It also shows a fascination in unconsciousness and the concept of coma. What happens to our sense of reality around the point of death and eternal slumber?

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My dearest dissects my oblivious mind. The day has been well-spent
Sometimes a cry is in joy and not pain, and I fear that I feel too much
Give me a taste of exhaustion
I crave for a sight, and a sound, and a drink
My decency rules in the land of ok. It’s a shame that that place isn’t here

This time I am sleeping my dear. Do not try to wake me
This time I am breathing my dear. Do not suffocate me

Better the shame of not knowing your name than the kind shake of hand by a thief
The twisting of fate marks the bitter mistakes of the artificially depressed

This time I am sleeping my dear. Do not try to wake me
This time I am breathing my dear. Do not suffocate me

Just go to sleep, and forget all the pain
Embrace the night and its warmth!

This time I am sleeping my dear. Do not try to wake me
This time I am breathing my dear. Do not suffocate me

I rest, my dear…