"Dreams" -- Jaida Dreyer

This song could be a soundtrack for the inside of my head at night when I'm asleep, when unusual things are going on. Murky things, elongated problems, topographical mis-locations. Streets of muted doom, buildings of symbolic confusion. Time as compulsive, fruitless momentum.

And how upon waking, those events linger, spreading a psychological hex into hours of ostensible reality.