Dreams, like tiny wind-up message machines, come skittering and whirring out of the darkness into our consciousness. Some are ramshackle, others comic, and some strip us bare. People have entrusted me with their dreams and my tiny writing whispers their stories... weaving an intersecting, polyphonic narrative from the sleeping worlds of people who may never meet in waking life.
Oneirology=Study of Dreams
Oology=Study of Eggs